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the emotion getting the better of him. Sarena flung her arms around her husband, not bothering to read the words herself.
After the initial elation, Darak read the letter in more detail. The note from Levin described briefly the tale of Hope's capture and escape, with it ending with the news that a young Darekian man had guided her across the mountains to safety. Hope was apparently going to rest in Lanber for a few days before heading home. Puffing out his cheeks, he let the note drop to the tabletop. His children may not have been with him, but at least he knew both were safe and well.
Chapter 9.
The sun had barely risen, and already there was a large amount of activity in Onay. Soldiers now filled the walkways atop the perimeter wall, awaiting the Zulani to make their move. The enemy camps showed signs of movement, but nothing yet to suggest an attack was imminent. It appeared the Zulani would not be rushed into anything.
Jamal stretched, having spent the night sleeping on the floor in one of Fabian's rooms. The young royal had offered to get one of the serving staff to make an extra bed up for him, but Jamal had declined the offer. Judging by the aches that he felt, he was beginning to wish he had accepted. He had never stayed in such a fine room before. Every item in there just looked expensive, and certainly, very different from the barracks he was more accustomed too. He sat up and watched as two complete strangers walked into the room, and placed down serving trays on the table. This he assumed to be Fabian's breakfast, and once the staff had left, he could not help but get up and take a peek.
Stood in only his underclothes, he quickly attempted to cover his modesty as one of the serving women returned carrying another tray. He could feel his cheeks blushing as he gave her a rather bashful smile. He would not have minded so much, but the woman was probably old enough to be his grandmother. She gave him a toothless grin, which only appeared to have the effect of making him more uncomfortable. Fortunately for Jamal, the woman did not hang around, and once she had placed down the tray in her hands, she scurried back out of the door.
Once she had left, he lifted a few of the covers, and his senses were suddenly hit by the aroma of food beneath. There was bacon, sausage, eggs, a variety of freshly baked breads as well as a choice of drinks. If his smell was correct one of which was coffee, something he had quite a liking too, but could not afford very often. "Help yourself Jamal," came the familiar voice of Fabian behind him. Jamal turned to see the young royal already dressed in his usual fine quality garb. "Although if you wish to eat with me, I would prefer if you put some clothes on first," the youngster chuckled. Jamal laughed along with him, "I think it's probably for the best."
The two sat at the table almost forgetting all the troubles that lay outside the city walls. For the first time, Jamal actually felt like he was getting along with Fabian. The young royal had even stopped calling him names of late, although Jamal was not sure how long that would last. He was certain of one thing, and that was how very different royalty lived. The breakfast before them would have been enough to feed at least six men, and although both he and Fabian had made a good go of it, there was still a lot of waste.
Outside the city walls, the Zulani appeared to move about at a leisurely pace. The sun was rising into the blue cloudless sky, as the Murati defenders waited for them to make their move. The robed figure of the priest could clearly be seen by those atop the wall, making his way to the front. They waited with abated breath, as they realised the purpose of him doing so.
The voice of the Zulani priest once more echoed over the city. "Open the gates and lay down your arms now, and we shall accept your surrender. This is your last chance." The words rang about as a last offer of a peaceful conclusion, but the
After the initial elation, Darak read the letter in more detail. The note from Levin described briefly the tale of Hope's capture and escape, with it ending with the news that a young Darekian man had guided her across the mountains to safety. Hope was apparently going to rest in Lanber for a few days before heading home. Puffing out his cheeks, he let the note drop to the tabletop. His children may not have been with him, but at least he knew both were safe and well.
Chapter 9.
The sun had barely risen, and already there was a large amount of activity in Onay. Soldiers now filled the walkways atop the perimeter wall, awaiting the Zulani to make their move. The enemy camps showed signs of movement, but nothing yet to suggest an attack was imminent. It appeared the Zulani would not be rushed into anything.
Jamal stretched, having spent the night sleeping on the floor in one of Fabian's rooms. The young royal had offered to get one of the serving staff to make an extra bed up for him, but Jamal had declined the offer. Judging by the aches that he felt, he was beginning to wish he had accepted. He had never stayed in such a fine room before. Every item in there just looked expensive, and certainly, very different from the barracks he was more accustomed too. He sat up and watched as two complete strangers walked into the room, and placed down serving trays on the table. This he assumed to be Fabian's breakfast, and once the staff had left, he could not help but get up and take a peek.
Stood in only his underclothes, he quickly attempted to cover his modesty as one of the serving women returned carrying another tray. He could feel his cheeks blushing as he gave her a rather bashful smile. He would not have minded so much, but the woman was probably old enough to be his grandmother. She gave him a toothless grin, which only appeared to have the effect of making him more uncomfortable. Fortunately for Jamal, the woman did not hang around, and once she had placed down the tray in her hands, she scurried back out of the door.
Once she had left, he lifted a few of the covers, and his senses were suddenly hit by the aroma of food beneath. There was bacon, sausage, eggs, a variety of freshly baked breads as well as a choice of drinks. If his smell was correct one of which was coffee, something he had quite a liking too, but could not afford very often. "Help yourself Jamal," came the familiar voice of Fabian behind him. Jamal turned to see the young royal already dressed in his usual fine quality garb. "Although if you wish to eat with me, I would prefer if you put some clothes on first," the youngster chuckled. Jamal laughed along with him, "I think it's probably for the best."
The two sat at the table almost forgetting all the troubles that lay outside the city walls. For the first time, Jamal actually felt like he was getting along with Fabian. The young royal had even stopped calling him names of late, although Jamal was not sure how long that would last. He was certain of one thing, and that was how very different royalty lived. The breakfast before them would have been enough to feed at least six men, and although both he and Fabian had made a good go of it, there was still a lot of waste.
Outside the city walls, the Zulani appeared to move about at a leisurely pace. The sun was rising into the blue cloudless sky, as the Murati defenders waited for them to make their move. The robed figure of the priest could clearly be seen by those atop the wall, making his way to the front. They waited with abated breath, as they realised the purpose of him doing so.
The voice of the Zulani priest once more echoed over the city. "Open the gates and lay down your arms now, and we shall accept your surrender. This is your last chance." The words rang about as a last offer of a peaceful conclusion, but the
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