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Chapter 5

“Damn!” He mutters, snapping fully awake. Well his luck couldn’t hold out forever. Gathering himself and checking his bearings he then puts out the embers of the fire and makes his way through the forest. He knows that there are two thieves’ dens to be avoided, but eventually he will make his way to the city of Ashton. Not as large or elegant as Maragall to be sure, but still large enough for a man to be able to hide a couple of days, regain his strength and move on. A plan that he would have to scrap after moving over the next rise. The hills come dangerously close to the main road and upon cresting the small hill he sees a detachment of knights headed towards the small village he had plundered the night before.

“Damn it!” He growls, knowing that he will now have to rethink his plan in Maragall. If anyone finds out that he has been here they will ride full tilt to Maragall. Thinking of his next move he watches the detachment move slowly by. He is about to slink back down the other side of the hill when a familiar face catches his attention within the ranks of the detachment.

Sighing heavily he mutters, “Nasty bit of luck you being involved in this brother.” Slowly he slides back down the hill. Waiting a few moments he crests once again and makes his way down towards the other side. This changes things. Perhaps it would be best if he stuck to the road. No, he quickly dismisses that. What if the farmer whose cloak he is wearing should suddenly spot it. No, instead he chooses to cut straight across the fields. Going around freshly plowed land would be easier, but slower. This way he can be out of the village and avoid the thieves’ dens and still make Ashton before dark.. It would be tough going. All the rain as made the fields muddy. Upon coming to his first field he quickly takes off the soft leather boots and strings them around his neck. Wet leather boots is one of the most uncomfortable things one can have on ones feet. Besides wet leather shears more than dry. He also rolls up the cuff legs on the pants up to his knees. Taking a deep breath he jumps into the first furrow and makes his way across the field. Careful, he looks back every now and again to make sure he isn’t leaving a clear path to follow.



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