d6 for expedient decision making -> 1 -> A
The Duke gets a look in his burning eyes that you can't help but consider wistful despite its supernatural intensity, and you feel something snap within you as your wounds turn to ancient scars, your bones becoming brittle and your memories grow ever so slightly foggy as you lay on the ground.
You take your first breath in forty subjective years, and feel like a sackful of dust, wasted away in your spy's garb. You touch the symbol of the Hidden God, and something awakens in you.
For the others, mere moments have passed. You have fallen to the ground, and Szabo of Vesperlund appears to have made his way to the Princess, seizing her effortlessly by the arm. The Princess elects to start thanking him profusely for freeing her of the terrible captivity she suffered under the thumb of this terrible man he just killed. Szabo, to his credit, doesn't appear to be buying a word of it, unlike the entirely too sympathetic Sir Ludovic.
Left for dead, which you assuredly would have been by any sane metric, you lay by the pedestal. You still hurt, but more from general decrepitude than injury.
A) The book, the Book! The Book is the key, this you remember...
B) Rise to your feet like some kind of Don Quixote of royal skulduggery and announce that it is bloody well time for round two!
C) Play it safely dead and wait for the younguns to run off and do whatever it was they were doing.