Three Must Decide.

Part 46 Home.

Chapter note. the first 3 chapters have introduced you to the Three. Each faction is controlled, to a degree, by a real life person so decisions have to be made.

Now the storey has evolved. The Threes strategy, manoeuvres, traps and tricks forced the birthing of another faction. Another has taken control of the Rollos.

Hidden consequences.

Old grievances can drive people down a path they dont need to or should not follow.

Decisions.

With Ehmet horribly injured and armies and entire Kingdoms pushed to the limit they had to find other ways to reach their goal of Peace.

Read on to see its end

Ehmet woke and braced himself for the pain. It had come evey time he had gained conciseness. Unrelenting, unforgiving. All consuming.

He lay still not daring to move, for the first time, a long time, it felt bearable. He focused his mind to take in his surroundings and began to recognise them. He was home in his bedroom within his quarters at the heart of the his palace in Bronze Gate.

He lay still for some time exploring the room with his eyes. Or was it just an eye! Without thought he put a hand to the left hand side of his face. No pain in that, he felt some relief, and tentatively placed a finger on a bandage that covered his face. It did not take much pressure before a stabbing pain seemed to shoot straight through his head. He took in a sharp breath. His face began to throb, the covering was wet to the touch.

Ehmet groaned and he heard a voice that he did not understand or recognise. Alarmed, a deep set  reaction gave him the strength to try and move to defend himself.

It was all he could do to raise himself to his elbows. Crippling pain radiating from his leg, pounding from his face and he collapsed passing out to escape it.

Over the following weeks each day became a little easier. The nurses that were with him when he woke the first time were always there. His family came and stayed with him for hours each day. The king was there when he could be, his face full of concern before walking stiffly back to his work. He was ageing, the work harder and weighing heavily but he would not shy away from his duty, his family.

Ehmets leg finally began to react well to the medicines and ointments and slowly the wound healed over. It was weeks more before he was helped to stand on it. The scare and the damage done would leave him needing a stick to walk but he gained strength every day.

Ehmets face was not the same. No matter what they tried it would not heal fully leaving a weeping wound beep in to his cheek. It meant he had only partial sight in his left eye and a need for pain relief every day but Ehmet forced himself on. To eat and do all he could to be strong again. To start his duties again, he yearned to discover all he had missed which his father and family kept from him.

Slow months of recovery followed within the wall of his Palace. Finally his father brought a beautiful horse to him, the value would have been beyond many of the greatest families. Ehmet was to ride again, but more than that, his leg would not allow him to fight on foot again but if he could ride he would join the cavalry. Ehmet knew he had never been the best on a horse and he doubted he could ever truly ride as an equal with those who had been destined to be as one with a horse. The task to make himself a rider, to convince others that he could and would still lead them in the field gave him a focused purpose. More tangible than climbing back up to the overwhelming task of ruling a kingdom and all its innumerable duties and decisions to be made, grand and small.

That focus saw him riding well far sooner than most predicted. His wife always close, always there to support. She had seen his determination the moment he climbed on to the horse. She helped him through the nights of pain that followed. It was her that gave him the pain relief needed, helped him dress, aided him to be ready for each day.