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Tomas walked up to the on-duty guard.

"Hello good sir, would you let me through?"

"No one gets in without special authorization. King's orders," the guard grunted. Tomas saw in his cold expression that it was no use insisting, and walked off. He needed to get in, since this would have been the logical stop for his sister after the events of last night. He looked down at his leg. He'd been putting maggots in it every few hours, and it wouldn't infect now. It would leave a nasty reminder, though. The material of his trousers hung around the wound, still soiled with blood.

He'd have to find another way to get in. In the meantime, he needed to eat and drink. He went down to a small river that surrounded the city and drank some water, taking the opportunity to wash his face. Seeing nothing to eat, he sat down and watched the gates. It must be a boring job, being a guard, he thought. Just standing there doing nothing.

He saw the guards change shifts. Now that it was midday, the one who'd refused him left and was replaced by a young girl. Strange to see one as a guard, thought Tomas. Maybe she'll be more willing to let me in.

He made his way back. Hopefully I've still got it, he thought, as he closed in on her.

"Hello, fair lady. How about letting me in through that door? I'm sure one man getting through here is no trouble."

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Amber rode on. She'd not met this girl before, or at least had no recollection of it. "We all long for our homes. One only realises how much one misses something when it's taken from them..." Too true, too soon.

She followed the others at a trot behind. Doubtless they'd have much to say to each other. She had to avenge her kingdom. She wouldn't become a failed Duchess, another page in a history book. She'd take back what was hers, no matter how long it would take. But now, her main focus was finding her family. Where were her brother and mother? Had they escaped? Were they still there? Or... no. No use thinking like that.

She did her best to hide her sorrow. You're a duchess now, emotions can't be shown, especially around people you don't know so well.
On what authority are you taking over?
Never trust a talking dinnosuar.
Amber stayed silent. The only thing on her mind right now was the kingdom she'd just lost, and where her brother was. She'd find lodgings in the Winterlands, of course, but this betrayal was unnerving. Tomas had warned her of her advisors, but she had only ever thought them greedy, never capable of treason. She'd see them hang. If only she'd stayed and fought, maybe she could have avoided this. Were they already celebrating their victory and control of the Forklands, or had someone struck them down? She'd seen Lord Battlemaster Horvik cut down several men in a few seconds. Not an easy foe to bring down.

She noticed from where the Sun was that it was about midday. The sky was a deep blue, with no clouds overhead. A cool breeze swept her hair around, and she basked in the relaxing feeling of being free. Exempt from politics, warfare. One with nature.

Her thoughts were cut by a voice. It seemed to call out Gregar. She turned her horse around and faced him.
"Shall we keep going? It could be another trap."
Does it really matter?
Its been two weeks... Sorry, but I'll have to say that you should at least warn since that's way too long to be honest.
Came as a bit of a whack to the face.
I'm British and still thought you meant wank.
Amber sat next to him, and closed her eyes in exasperation. "He certainly isn't any more polite than last time," she thought. It was true what he had said, though. Forklandish legend claimed god's son and daughter had created the rivers that divided into a fork, and lead all the way to the ocean. Other religions had always fascinated her, as her father had tried to explain them to her. She'd ended up with the local beliefs, as was customary.

Her thighs were sore from having ridden with no saddle. There had been no time to put one on her horse, and riding for so long had made it a painful ride. She was relieved when Gregar stopped, as she didn't want to stop on account of any problem she had. A minor one, too.

She thought about dozing off, but then someone might ambush them or steal their supplies. She decided to keep watch until Gregar woke up. She thought about Tomas, maybe he'd follow the same road? Or had he... Best not to think about it. She played around with her dagger, planting it in the ground. After a while she got up and paced around, humming the hymn of the Forklands. It was a beautiful tune, usually sung by a woman accompanied by a group of harps. Forklandish women often sang it to their childrens in their cribs. Soldiers had their own rowdy version of it to lift their spritis up.

Finally, she got tired of waiting, and stepped up to Gregard, lightly shaking his shoulder. "Wake up, Oakheart"
Partisan already said there was permanent acception above
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