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The Prince's Escort
After a treacherous ambush you must protect the only survivor of the royal family.
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  Chapter 6: Go to your family lands   (ID #480193)
    an addition by: Miguel-Kestrel  More by this author


         "Your Highness, my family will be pleased to be your host."
         "And they won't kill me," the prince adds with a smile.
         "They won't try to, but stay away from my uncle's soup," you think to yourself.

         The walk is long and harsh, taking the best of the day, even more so because you have nothing to eat. Yet your resolve and the the hunting days of your childhood serve you well now. The trees make you remember the old oaks from home, which now seem to call you; memories of a boy and his dad, the count, riding in the winds, with a falcon perched on your shoulders. If the gods grant you life, you will see them again.

         You sneer at yourself. Those were times of peace, and war of the worst kind, the civil war is approaching.

         Prince Allan looks even more pitiable now. Completely barefoot, his shirt hanging from his rest shoulder, covered in dirt and yet in bright silk. You fare better, older, stronger and with a suit better used to battle.

         Out of the woods there is nothing but the wilds; your lands are remote, a week long walk if you are lucky and fast enough. And before it nothing but primeveal nature. It is not going to be fun...

         But what's that? Music! and fanfair, and the smell of a good pot, and laughter and dance and the crack of the slow moving wagons.

         "My dear subject!," the prince tells you signaling at the newcomers with his finger, "look!, the hobbits!"
You don't mind his enthusiasm. It must probably be the first time he sees a Gipsy Hobbit caravan in his life. You know many of them visit your lands, and what else they could be doing but heading to your county for the annual fair?



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