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THE TOWN CALLED SCATT will give me the clues I need, Garty muses.
He looks over the district with a new vigor and confidence.
Knight Commander Garty Musdo stiffens his robust thighs atop his glistening copper hued horse, Brill, and surveys the surrounding scene. He savors a deep whiff of the fresh air.
Grass is longer and greener now that wintertime wanes. Early springtime weather approaches, bringing with it refreshing light showers that soften the earth and encourage virgin growth in every corner of his universe.
He sighs as he dares to consider his journey.
Five years have passed since Garty began this mission.
The quest for a crown, on behalf of the king of Kallai.
Alas, it is still without an heir to the throne.
The worried king issued a decree to find his daughter.
“You must investigate the matter. She is my heir to the throne!”
They presented a velvet purse containing rose ryals, and spur ryals, laurels, shillings, florins, groats, and five guineas, for his expenses. He bowed to the Monarch, and the sword touched his shoulders. Garty knew that his emotions sometimes ran ahead of his mind, so is determined to mind his thoughts and to keep them rational.
Garty talks with his beloved horse, Brill, his faithful friend. They have been together since the beginning of this quest.
“It is nearly the end of our mission, Brill. The princess is still missing.”
This was the 19th town he had stayed in and investigated, thus resulting in only a smidgen of genuine information.
The kingdom of Kallai would be taken over by the king’s half-brother, Axemanix, the wealth entrepreneur who had gained his wealth by trickery of vulnerable females.
Garty shrugs his shoulders and flicks his unkempt fair hair. Sea-blue eyes stare.