Winter's Past

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

          The dining hall that had once just sat my committee, now also had half of the castles warriors. Everyone anxiously waited for King Tristan of Rowhar. Apparently no one had found out how the Rowboats army had even gotten here or what they even want with me and my people. The two alliances didn't really communicate well. And when they did, they sent letters; not come over for dinner parties.

          “The main gate has been opened to allow the entry of the visiting King,” said the voice of one of the warriors at the main gate.  “He has been received, by the moving warrior team. He should be arriving in the hall soon.”

          The warriors in the room moved into what must have been their assigned positions. So many warriors crowded around me that I could barely see or even be seen. This must have been Kendrick's plan. I listened the whorl if conversations happening telepathically around me.

          Then a creak of the heavy wooden door quieted it all. The king walked in, I was surprised at his youth, and Tristan had messy red hair, with an amazingly bright tint, wore simply clothes, and carried himself comfortably. He was oddly  I could barely see him, but he was there.

          Catherine of course was the first to speak. “Welcome King Tristan of Rowhar.”

          He smiled lightly, “Thank you for allowing me to enter. I wish I could have sent notice”

          “And why are you here, King Tristan?” Catherine said in a continual professional voice.

          “ I have some information, I believe Queen Avalon may find interesting.” He said than scanned the room. “Is she here?”

          “Yes. She can hear you. Now if you came here to tell us something get on with it.” Kendrick said on a rather rude tone, if he could see me I would have given him. Tristan took his time; he seemed to ponder over his words, before he spoke them. “I know you have been trying to find the where a bouts of King Monte of Abony.”

          I was thinking and that place in my mind that prevents what I want to become words from actually becoming words, didn’t catch it. “My Father?”   The words come out in an almost astounded tone, and echoed though the crowded silent hall.

          “Yes, I have serious reason to believe that  the Silvarian’s have him.” Tristan said. I noticed that his eyes were looking straight where I stood. I wondered if he could see any of me, or if I was just awash in men.

          “And why are you bringing us, this information?  I shouldn’t need to remind you that the Silvarian's are your allies; and We the Abony your sworn enemies for hundreds of years.” Kendrick said in a suspicious tone.

          “Because, Lord Kendrick of Rowhar, all I want is peace.”

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