"I have had a report that one of you hit Tarendon yesterday. Which one of you was it?"
Fech looked uneasy, "It was me Sire."
"What possible reason could you have had to hit the king's brother?"
"He was drunk Sire, in disguise and he drew a blade on me."
"Is this true Colman?"
"Aye Sire."
Fech continued, "We had no idea that he was the king's brother. He is fortunate that I did not kill him."
Lima spoke again, "This was not told to me yesterday when Tarendon reported you to me. This puts a different light on the situation. You may go now."
When Fech and Colman had left Lima spoke to Kendra. "Why did Tarendon lie?"
"He might have only been deceitful."
"Surely he would know that he would be found out?"
"Tarendon is not like his brother, the king is honest and honourable where as Tarendon is his opposite. Maybe he was too drunk to care or maybe he wants to start a fight with you, being my man."
"But ultimately that would lead to a fight with you. Brave is the man who would pick a fight with you. Brave and foolhardy."
Kendra stood up and stretched a little, "I shall see him to see if there is anything deeper behind this incident. You are doing a good job Lima. Farewell. He lifted open the curtain and left the guards office and made his way to the palace's private quarters.
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Kendra
FantasyDark he was and olive eyed. Fierce as the sun and white as the moon. He led an army of 10,000 men all trained in the arts of war. He lived in the Bosom of Abraham with his wife and children, but warred upon the earth to satiate his battle lust and n...
