Disguised as one of Esma's soldiers, Hamza arrived in Straya without incident, slipping past the gates and blending seamlessly into the bustling city. As he made his way through the crowded streets, he caught sight of a man named Olak, who was busy at work creating swords. A skilled craftsman in his mid-forties, Olak possessed a youthful appearance and a fit physique, with long black hair cascading down his back. A line of eager customers waited patiently for their turn to commission a weapon from him. Hamza approached him, intrigued by the skilled blacksmith's work.

  As Hamza alighted from his steed, he tethered the animal to a post outside Olak's tent and approached the blacksmith. "Your expertise in the craft of swordmaking is palpable," he declared.

  Olak cast a fleeting glance in Hamza's direction, but made no reply, his attention fully absorbed in the task of forging a weapon. Undeterred, Hamza turned to the man waiting in line and inquired, "Pray tell, how much does this master artisan charge for the creation of a sword?"

  "One coin of silver," the man replied.

  Hamza raised his eyebrows in surprise. "One coin of silver?! Does the sword fight on its own accord?"

  The man chuckled. "Nay, but the sword's Olak fashions are of unparalleled quality and resilience."

  Hamza regarded the swords on display with a sceptical expression. "Is that so?" he remarked.

  The man nodded, and Olak continued to ignore Hamza's presence.

  Undeterred, Hamza unsheathed his own sword and placed it next to Olak's workstation. "Artisan," he said, "how much would it cost me to have this one repaired?"

  Olak finally turned his gaze towards Hamza, his eyes narrowed. "Just because you hail from Esma, it will cost you one coin of gold," he replied gruffly.

  The crowd around them laughed at Hamza's expense, and even he couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation. Still, he knew he had to be cautious in his dealings with Olak, lest he risk incurring the blacksmith's wrath and jeopardising his mission.

  "Your proposal is most generous," Hamza said, a hint of mirth in his tone. "I have heard that the hospitality of your people is renowned."

  Olak's eyes narrowed, his countenance darkening. "One more word and it shall cost you two coins of gold," he threatened.

  Hamza's smile broadened. "I shall pay you ten coins of gold if you can create a curved sword for me."

  The crowd around them gasped at the exorbitant sum Hamza was offering, and even Olak seemed to take him seriously. "Ten coins of gold?" the blacksmith repeated, his tone sceptical.

  Hamza nodded, still smiling. "Indeed, if you can do it now," he said.

  Ten coins of gold was a staggering amount of money, equivalent to a hundred coins of silver. Olak hesitated, clearly tempted by the offer. "How do I know you have the means to fulfil such a request?" he asked.

  Hamza reached into his pocket and retrieved a bag of coins, which he placed on the table before Olak. The blacksmith hesitated a moment before reaching for the bag, but Hamza snatched it back before he could touch it. "It is yours if you can do it now," he said.

  Olak hesitated a moment longer before nodding. He told the people waiting in line to come back later, and they all understood, having overheard the conversation between Hamza and Olak. With a sense of excitement, Hamza watched as Olak began work on the curved sword, knowing that he was one step closer to fulfilling his mission.

  As Olak laboured to fashion the curved sword, Hamza ravenously devoured his food, as if he had been suffering from a prolonged period of starvation. Olak cast a sidelong glance at him and remarked, "It seems that you have been subsisting on a meagre diet."

  Hamza nodded, his mouth full. "Indeed, I have not had a morsel to eat for the past three days," he said.

  Olak raised an eyebrow in curiosity. "What brings you to these parts?" he asked.

  "I had heard tales of these curvaceous swords and was aroused by the prospect of seeing one for myself," Hamza explained. "I was eager to behold the exquisite craftsmanship firsthand."

  Olak tilted his head in confusion. "Why is this so important to you?" he asked.

  Hamza set down his food and leaned back in his chair, his expression thoughtful. "Curved swords are more easily drawn from their scabbards than straight blades," he said. "They are also a more formidable choice when facing multiple adversaries, as they have a greater cutting surface and a more advantageous angle of attack. In short, they are a weapon of unparalleled versatility and efficacy."

  Olak nodded, a look of comprehension on his face. "I see now," he said. "You are a man who comprehends the value of his weapon."

  Hamza shrugged nonchalantly. "I try to," he said. "Are you married?"

  Olak nodded. "Yes, I am," he replied. "And you?"

  "Yes, I am married as well," Hamza said. "I have two offspring. How about you?"

  "I have four," Olak replied.

  "Hamza gazed upon Olak with a mixture of astonishment and incredulity.

  "Four offspring, and none of them are present to offer their aid in this conflict?"

  Olak firmly shook his head, his countenance resolute. "I desire to keep my progeny far from the atrocities of war. I shall do everything within my power to safeguard them."

  Hamza arched a brow, his tone laced with scepticism. "But how will they endure when you are no longer present to defend them?"

  Olak's expression turned sombre, his words heavy with emotion. "I shall ensure that I take them with me when I meet my demise, so that they need not endure the suffering of battle."

  Hamza was taken aback, his shock evident on his face. "Are they betrothed?

  Do they have families of their own to defend them?"

  Olak shook his head once more, his voice laced with sorrow. "Not yet. They are still quite young."

  Hamza's stomach growled, his hunger apparent. "How much longer do you require to complete your tasks? I am once again feeling famished."

  Olak couldn't help but chuckle, his words tinged with amusement. "You have just finished your meal. Is your appetite always this insatiable?"

  Hamza nodded in agreement, a contemplative mien etched upon his features. "Your words do hold a measure of veracity, for it has indeed been an appreciable interval since I last indulged in sustenance."

  After committing several hours to the task, Olak ultimately completed the construction of the curved sword. However, upon examination, Hamza discovered that it did not meet his expectations. Olak, perceiving Hamza's disappointment, abashedly confessed, "I am cognizant that it is not of the highest calibre, but this was my inaugural attempt at forging such a weapon."

  Hamza imparted upon Olak a benevolent smile, "Well, in that case, I shall be unable to fulfil our previous agreement. Instead, you shall be required to provide sustenance for me."

  Olak then led Hamza to his abode, introducing him to his progeny - three grown sons and a young daughter, Jasmin, as well as his spouse, Ava, who was in the prime of her life. As they sat down to a repast together, Ava turned to Hamza and inquired, "I trust that you are finding the sustenance to your liking?"

  Hamza ravenously replied, "Oh indeed," as he gestured towards Olak and added, "You are a man of great good fortune." He chuckled heartily before continuing to ravenously consume his meal.

  Olak confided, "I must avow that I have never derived any pleasure from any repast that was not prepared by my esteemed spouse, Ava."

  Hamza nodded in agreement, "Now I am convinced. She is truly a culinary virtuoso."

  Ava interjected, "What brings you to Straya, Hamza?"

  Hamza replied, "I had heard of your husband's reputation as a master swordsmith and sought him out for his expertise."

  Jasmin proudly declared, "My father is the preeminent craftsman in the field of sword-making."

  Hamza turned to Olak and inquired, "Have you imparted upon your offspring the art of sword-fighting?"

  Olak firmly shook his head, "I have previously conveyed to you that I desire to keep my offspring far from the perils of combat."

  Hamza looked at the boys and asked, "Do you concur with your father's decision?"

  One of the boys reluctantly admitted, "I fear that my father may regret this decision in the future. All of our neighbours are well-versed in the art of combat, but we have not been afforded the same opportunity."

  Olak replied, "When you are proficient in the art of combat, battles will inevitably come to you. Until then, I wish to keep you safe."

  Hamza remarked, "How anomalous, you are quite strange, my friend."

  Olak retorted, "I am not your friend."

  Hamza protested, "That is not factual. How can we not be friends when I am sharing a repast with your family?"

  Ava inquired, "Are you from Esma?"

  Hamza replied, "Did your spouse apprise you of that?"

  Ava answered, "No, I surmised it from your military garb."

  Hamza chuckled, "I keep forgetting that this," he gestured to his uniform, "is now a part of me."

  Jasmin asked, "Have you engaged in battle before?"

  Hamza turned to Olak and asked, "Am I allowed to respond to that query?"

  Olak replied, "I did not say that my offspring are not permitted to listen to stories."

  Hamza boasted, "I have participated in numerous conflicts."

  One of the boys inquired, "Which ones?"

  Hamza, unfamiliar with the specific wars that had taken place in the region, hesitantly replied, "I have engaged in so many wars that I cannot recall a specific one." In reality, Hamza was only a merchant and was relatively new to the area.

  Olak detected that something was amiss, as there had not been many wars in Esma in the past twenty years. Then, one of the children asked, "Are you a commander?"

  Hamza, unsure of what the child meant, nevertheless did not want to appear ignorant and replied, "How did you deduce that?"

  One of the boys explained, "War commanders bear a red mark on their chest, similar to the one you possess."

  It was only then that Hamza realised the truth - he was in fact dressed like a war commander, a fact he had been unaware of until Olak's son pointed it out. He chuckled, "Ah, so you are the sagacious son."

  One of the boys replied, "I am grateful for your esteemed opinion, but I consider this to be a matter of general knowledge, possessed by all."

  Hamza began to feel a sense of anxiety wash over him. He had not planned for this scenario and began to circumspectly observe the movements of Olak's family, prepared for any unexpected action. He felt that he was in peril. Olak, too, sensed something nefarious about Hamza and felt that there was something peculiar about him.

  Hamza harboured a desire to obliterate Olak's family and depart, but he was missing a crucial element - he desired witnesses to his massacre. It was the entire purpose of his actions. Olak then recollected something of great import regarding the armies of Esma.

  They had a peculiar custom of affixing a blue blanket to the tail of their horses when riding, believing that it would safeguard the horse and enhance its speed. Olak slowly excused himself from the table, and although Hamza watched him with scrutiny, he pretended not to notice. Olak went outside and approached the horse's tail to inspect for the blanket, but discovered nothing. At this point, Olak was convinced of his doubts about Hamza and felt that it was time for him to vacate his abode.

  Olak seized a shovel and reentered the house, only to be confronted with the sight of Hamza having brutally slain his entire family. Hamza held a sword to Jasmin's throat before brutally ending her life as well. Olak was unable to process what he was witnessing and was overwhelmed with shock to the point where he was unable to emit a single tear or cry out. He stood frozen in shock, paralyzed. Hamza noticed Olak and, perceiving that he posed no threat, approached him and took the shovel from his hand before delivering a blow to his head, causing him to lose consciousness.

  Hamza chose not to slay Olak because he desired someone to seek revenge on his behalf.

  When Olak awakened after a period of time, he was horrified to behold that all of his family had been slain, with Jasmin's head having been severed and carried away by Hamza as evidence of his culpability for the massacre. Hamza affixed Jasmin's head to a rope and commenced riding his horse to display it to the people. When the people realised that the head belonged to Jasmin, Olak's daughter, they were shocked to the core.

  Some members of the Straya army even began trailing Hamza. Once Hamza was confident that there were sufficient witnesses to his murder, he departed the gates.

  Hamza rode through the night, the wind rushing past him as he fled from those who had been sent to follow him. He was focused solely on escaping, with no regard for the lives he had taken or the pain he had caused.

  As he rode, he held the severed head of Jasmin in his hands, talking to it as if it were still alive. "May Allah forgive me," he said, "but I had to do it." He kissed the head on the forehead before tucking it into his satchel and continuing on his journey.

  The kingdom of Straya was in turmoil when news of the massacre and Hamza's escape spread like wildfire. People were in a state of shock, and Olak was inconsolable at the loss of his family. Even the King himself came to pay his respects when he heard the news. It was a dark time for the kingdom, and the weight of Hamza's crime was heavy on everyone's shoulders. But Hamza was unrepentant, continuing on his journey without a care for the pain and suffering he had caused.

  King Basil was a revered figure in the kingdom, known for his compassion and wisdom. He was a fair and just ruler, always striving to do what was best for his people. His subjects loved and respected him, knowing that he would never treat anyone without justice.

  Basil was an older man, with long grey hair and piercing eyes that seemed to see right through you. His face was weathered and scarred, evidence of the battles he had fought in his youth. Despite his age, he was still a formidable presence, commanding respect from all who encountered him.

  His son, Jeffrey, was in his thirties, a young man with much to learn from his father. Together, they ruled the kingdom with fairness and honour, earning the loyalty of their subjects and the respect of their peers. Basil was proud of his son and knew that he would make a great ruler one day.

  As he sat on his throne, surveying his kingdom, King Basil knew that he had done his best to serve his people and protect them from harm. And though he knew he couldn't protect them from everything, he was determined to do everything in his power to ensure their safety and prosperity.

  As King Basil approached Olak's abode, the throngs of subjects that had gathered there parted like the Red Sea, revealing the woebegone visage of the bereaved man. Basil's heart was heavy as he beheld the devastation that had befallen Olak and his kin. The king was struck speechless by the sight before him, his senses assailed by the stench of death and despair.

  Olak, his face contorted with grief, implored the monarch with tear-filled eyes. "Your majesty, I beseech you to not let this atrocity go unpunished. I implore you to see that justice is served for my family and for me."

  King Basil nodded gravely, his heart filled with sorrow for Olak and his loved ones. He knew that as the ruler of the kingdom, it was his duty to bring the perpetrator to justice and bring peace to those who had suffered such a profound loss. He vowed to do all that was within his power to see that justice was served and that the memory of Olak's family would be forever honoured.

  King Basil was filled with a sense of grief and righteous fury at the horrid news of the massacre that had befallen Olak and his kin. The people of the kingdom were aghast and incensed by the events, and many avowed that such a heinous act was a travesty that did not reflect the values of Esma's kingdom. They called for the perpetrator to be brought to justice and made it clear that they would not stand idly by while someone came to their kingdom and committed such atrocities without facing the consequences of their actions.

  Basil, still reeling from the shocking news, summoned his counsellor Beylon and his son Jeffrey to his throne. When they arrived, they could see the anger and determination etched on the king's visage. Without a word, they waited for him to speak.

  "After all these years," Basil said, his voice filled with emotion. "This is the last thing I expected. Such an act of violence has no place in our kingdom. I swear to you, I will not rest until the perpetrator is brought to justice and justice is served for Olak and his family."

  Beylon spoke with sorrow in his voice. "I am deeply grieved by the events of today. It is a shame that such a tragedy has befallen us."

  Jeffery looked at his father, his eyes filled with concern. "Father, are you declaring war? Is that the solution?"

  Basil shook his head. "To not declare war would be to invite further atrocities. We cannot allow this to happen again."

  Beylon ventured a suggestion. "If I may speak, perhaps we could approach Esma and request their cooperation in bringing the perpetrator to justice. War seems like a rather extreme measure."

  Jeffery frowned. "I don't think that will work. And even if it did, war is not a solution. There must be another way."

  King Basil nodded. "The perpetrator was a comendar. Do we have any leads on a possible motive?"

  Beylon replied, "I spoke to Olak and he claimed that he had never seen the comendar before. It does not appear to be a personal matter between the two of them."

  Basil sighed, his brow furrowed with concern. "If we let this go, it will be seen as a sign of weakness. I cannot destroy the reputation I have worked so hard to build over the years."

  Jeffery spoke up, his voice laced with confidence. "Father, if we declare war on Esma, we would conquer it within hours. But at what cost?"

  Basil spoke with conviction. "I see no cost in declaring war. If we do not take action, others may see it as an opportunity to commit similar atrocities in our own kingdom. I would rather have an organised war than a series of assassinations."

  Jeffery said, his voice filled with caution. "Can we wait until tomorrow? The news is still fresh, and it might be wise to consider all of our options before making a decision."

  Basil shook his head. "Listen to me, both of you. When I wake up tomorrow, I want the army to be fully prepared. Esma will be no more."

  Beylon tried to interject, but Basil shouted over him. "That is my order. Go and prepare for war."

  As Basil spoke, they could hear the sound of people shouting outside the castle. Jeffery approached the window and saw that a crowd had gathered, all calling for one thing: revenge.

  Jeffery looked at Beylon, his eyes filled with sadness. "I don't think we have many options left."

  As the kingdom of Straya prepared for war, Ubel and his army marched towards Esma. Trevor and Ubel led the way, with Freya and her children following closely behind. The rest of the army trailed behind them, their feet pounding the ground in unison.

  Trevor turned to Ubel and asked, "Are you certain that Straya will declare war on Esma? Is it worth starting a conflict over a single murder?"

  Ubel replied, "You know the people of Straya. They let their emotions guide them, never stopping to think things through. They have never shied away from war before."

  Trevor looked sceptical. "But declaring war over a single family murder? We can't even be certain that Hamza was responsible."

  Ubel raised his gaze to the sky, where a flock of birds was flying towards the west. "I am certain that there is an army marching towards Esma as we speak."

  Trevor asked, "What do you plan to do now?"

  Ubel replied, "We will watch the war and wait until it is finished. Then, we will conquer."

  Trevor frowned. "Do you want to conquer Esma?"

  Ubel shook his head. "No. We are going to take over Straya.

  Trevor, realising the gravity of the situation, asked Ubel, "But what is the point of all this?"

  Ubel said to Trevor, "You know, Trevor, when it comes to alliances, people tend to flock to the strongest party. Do you agree?"

  Trevor nodded. "There's no doubt about that."

  Ubel continued, "Now, think about why we are marching towards Straya."

  Trevor considered the question, but was unable to come up with an answer.

  As they marched, they came across Hamza, who had survived his escape. When Ubel saw that Hamza was still alive, he looked at Trevor and smiled.

  Hamza approached Ubel, and Trevor noticed that he was still carrying the head of Jasmin with him. "I take it that your mission was a success," Trevor said.

  Hamza nodded. "Yes, war has been declared."

  Ubel asked, "Why did you keep the head?"

  Hamza replied, "I want to bury it in a place where I can always visit."

  Ubel said, "Just make sure to keep it away from ravens."

  Freya and the children were overwhelmed with trepidation upon laying eyes upon the grisly trophy that was Jasmin’s head. Hamza queried, "Are we to march towards Esma now?"

  Ubel responded, "No, we shall observe the war from a distance, taking care to remain inconspicuous."

  Trevor offered, "I shall scout out a suitable location for us to view the proceedings from."

  Ubel assented. "You may go, but do not stray too far."

  Trevor left the army to search for an appropriate vantage point, while Ubel turned to Hamza and inquired, "Are you certain that they will engage in combat?"

  Hamza replied confidently, "I made sure that the entire kingdom witnessed the display of Jasmin’s head. It would be a grave dishonour for them to not take action."

  Ubel replied, "Excellent."

  Hamza added, "I also ensured that the husband survived. He can serve as a catalyst for the conflict."

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  Ubel remarked, "Your intelligence is evident."

  King Basil mustered his troops and set forth towards the kingdom of Esma, the news of the impending invasion spreading like wildfire throughout the region.

  The people of Esma, upon learning of the approaching army, hastened to prepare their defences. Unlike Straya, which was ruled by a single monarch, the kingdom of Esma was governed by a council of counsellors, elected by the people. Upon receiving word of the impending conflict, the counsellors were taken aback and initially suspected that the news was nothing more than baseless rumours. However, they ultimately decided to wait until the Strayan army arrived before seeking to negotiate a peaceful resolution to the matter.

  After several hours had passed, Trevor returned to Ubel, apprising him of a strategic location from which their army could covertly observe the impending battle. They promptly made their way to the designated spot. As King Basil and his troops neared the borders of Esma, Jeffery, riding by his father's side, voiced his misgivings. "Father, I have a foreboding sense that something is amiss."

  Basil nodded gravely. "I share your trepidation, my son. But we have given our word and must stand by it. We are men of our word."

  Jeffery said, "This will exact a heavy toll in lives."

  Basil replied, "I am aware of that, my son. But it is the only honourable path available to us now. Any aggression towards the citizens of Straya is considered an attack on the king himself. Such behaviour is anathema to the values instilled in us."

  Jeffery remained silent, still uncertain whether their decision was the correct one. Meanwhile, Ubel, Hamza, and Trevor arrived at the chosen vantage point, where they could observe Esma preparing for the impending conflict. Ubel asked, "Will we be able to see the approach of King Basil's army?"

  Trevor pointed in the direction of Esma, indicating that the Strayan troops had already arrived.

  Ubel turned to Hamza and inquired, "Why are you so quiet? Are you having second thoughts about what you've done?"

  Hamza responded, "No, I am simply lost in contemplation."

  "What are you considering?" Ubel asked.

  Hamza replied, "When I was dining with the man, Olak, they assumed I was a commander due to this symbol on my chest, signifying my status as an army officer. I was thinking, if I might ask, if it is possible for me to ensure that this war takes place?"

  Ubel raised an eyebrow. "And if you are killed in the process?"

  Hamza shrugged. "Then it will have been my destiny."

  Ubel queried Hamza, "Is death not a concern for you?"

  Hamza replied, "Death? Who maintains that death is a verifiable occurrence? Death is merely an illusion, this mortal coil we inhabit is, in actuality, death."

  Ubel chuckled and turned his back on Hamza before saying, "Then go and ascertain that the war is formally declared."

  Ubel's gaze was fixed upon Trevor as he spoke, his voice carrying the weight of authority.

  "I desire men of such conviction," Ubel said gravely. "Men who are not afraid to face death head on, for they know that it is but a fleeting illusion."

  Trevor shook his head, a grim expression on his face. "I fear that men like Hamza do not often have long lives. They are too bold, too reckless. They court death as if it were a lover."

  As King Basil approached the border of Esma, he surveyed the scene before him and saw that his foes were fully prepared for battle. On the other side, the army of Esma took stock of the situation and discerned that King Basil was ready to wage war. Among their ranks, Hamza stood firm, his position behind the first line of the army affording him the opportunity to listen in on the counsel of his superiors. The other soldiers looked upon him with admiration, seeing in him a true commander.

  Upon glimpsing the imposing host of King Basil's army - a mighty throng of some three thousand men - the counsellors of Esma were filled with trepidation. Outnumbered and outmatched, they knew that their chances of victory in open combat were slim. Thus, they took the bold step of seeking a peaceful resolution, signalling their desire for parley by raising a white flag.

  King Basil, recognizing the conciliatory nature of the gesture, responded in kind, hoisting his own banner of truce. And so, with the hostilities temporarily suspended, the two sides came together to engage in negotiations, both sides hopeful for a settlement that would avoid the spilling of blood. As the talks progressed, Hamza remained vigilant, his keen senses attuned to any potential danger.

  One of the advisors from Esma approached King Basil, leaving his sword with the rest of the counsellors at the front line of the army. Upon approaching, he said:

  Advisor: "Your Majesty, King Basil. I come bearing a message of remorse and regret for the recent events that have transpired. Be assured that the actions of the rogue individual responsible do not reflect the sentiments of our people. We have spent countless hours searching for the perpetrator, but to no avail. "

  King Basil: "Speak your mind. What is it you wish to convey?"

  Advisor: "I implore you, Your Majesty, to consider the possibility of finding a peaceful resolution to this conflict. If there are any demands you wish to make, I am willing to listen and explore the possibility of a mutually beneficial compromise."

  Prince Jeffery interjected: "Father, might it not be worth inquiring whether Olak has any demands that might facilitate an amicable resolution, thereby sparing countless innocent lives?"

  King Basil replied: "Any attack upon the people of Straya is tantamount to an attack upon the crown itself. I cannot allow such a transgression to go unpunished."

  Advisor: "Your Majesty, I understand your position, but I must protest that our kingdom has no involvement in this matter. How can attacking us serve as retribution for the actions of an individual whose whereabouts remain unknown? It is possible that the perpetrator was in a state of intoxication and acted out of impulsivity. To destroy so many lives over a single person's mistake would be unjust."

  "Jeffery interjected, addressing his father imploringly. " Father, consider the possibility that the alleged perpetrator was in a state of inebriation and therefore not in possession of his faculties. Would it be just to slay so many innocent lives in retribution for one man's mistake?"

  Basil instructed, "Summon Olak forthwith."

  Olak approached the king, bowing deferentially. "Your Majesty," he intoned.

  Basil expounded, "They are in claim of their innocence and offering to accept the consequences of their actions, but they implore for a peaceful resolution to avoid the horrors of war."

  Olak fixed the Counsellor with a glare of pure fury before lowering his gaze to the ground and speaking to his sovereign. "I have lost my family, Your Majesty. I seek no recompense, but rather, only the satisfaction of avenging their deaths."

  "The Counselor offered placatingly, "We are willing to offer any compensation - be it monetary or in the form of lands. Anything to reconcile this unfortunate situation."

  Olak retorted, "No amount of wealth could ever restore my beloved kin to me."

  The Counselor hastened to clarify, "I did not imply as much. I simply suggest considering the well-being of your remaining family and the countless innocent lives that would be lost if you persisted in your desire for revenge. I give you my word that we shall spare no effort in bringing the true perpetrators to justice."

  Olak contemplated the Counselor's words, realising that his thirst for retribution would not bring back his family and would only result in further tragedy. He reluctantly agreed to compromise.

  Hamza watched the Counselor's approach, noting the smug expression on his face as if he had successfully secured a peaceful resolution. Hamza eagerly awaited the Counselor's arrival, keen to learn the terms of the accord that had been struck.

  Upon reaching Hamza, the Counselor declared, "They have consented to forgo war, but it came at a price. We are to furnish them with a substantial sum of gold and silver, as well as cede a portion of our territory to them."

  Upon hearing of the compromise and observing the acceptance of it, Hamza was not satisfied. He glanced across the battlefield to see King Basil deep in conversation with Olak, completely oblivious to the proceedings. Hamza hastened over to the archers, issuing the command, "Be ready to launch your arrows at my signal." The archers, believing Hamza to be one of their commanders, obediently stood at the ready. Hamza positioned himself some distance away from the army, the archers keeping their gaze trained on him. At the opportune moment, Hamza raised his hand and motioned as if to say "Loose." The archers responded to the command, launching a barrage of one hundred arrows toward King Basil's army.

  The arrows rained down upon Straya's forces, but miraculously, the king remained unscathed. Jeffery was taken aback by the sudden attack and suspected that Esma had tricked them. Enraged, King Basil drew his sword and pointed it at Esma's army, giving the order to charge.

  The counsellors were struck with a sense of bewilderment as they watched the horses charging toward them, completely unsure of how to react. They were among the first to fall in the ensuing melee. When Esma's army saw their counsellors slain, they joined the fray as well. Hamza, having successfully instigated the conflict, retreated from the battlefield with a triumphant cackle.

  The battle raged fiercely, with Esma's army demonstrating formidable strength. It was well-known in the region that a single member of their ranks could fell ten men on their own, and though their training differed, the numbers were not equal. Ubel watched the conflict unfold with a sense of satisfaction, remarking to Trevor, "I told you he was the man for the job."

  Trevor inquired, "When do we join the fray?"

  Ubel replied, "Join the fray? No, our purpose here is simply to observe."

  Trevor was puzzled. "You brought the entire army here just to watch?"

  Ubel replied cryptically, "Why do you insist on ruining my surprises? Of course we shall engage in battle, but not here. Now, cease your questioning and continue observing the battle."

  Trevor wisely refrained from further inquiry, sensing that Ubel did not wish to reveal his full plan. He contented himself with continuing to watch the conflict unfold.

  Jeffery demonstrated exceptional martial prowess, felling numerous soldiers with ease, despite sustaining a wound to his left hand. Olak fought with a frenzied determination, brandishing both a sword and an axe with equal ferocity. In the midst of the conflict, Olak espied a group of children cowering within a tent, peering out at the war with trepidation.

  With a wild look in his eye, Olak left the fray and approached the tent. As he walked, his gaze alighted upon a piece of wood burning brightly on the ground. Olak picked it up and continued toward the tent, the children inside trembling in fear as they watched him approach. Olak locked eyes with the children for a moment before trapping them inside the tent and setting it ablaze. Without a second thought, Olak returned to the fray.

  The war was far from a simple affair, taking place as it did on the border of the kingdom. The prize for victory was nothing less than the kingdom itself, rendering surrender an untenable option. It was victory or defeat. Esma's army suffered heavy losses and was forced to retreat, hoping to gain an advantage by becoming familiar with the territory of the kingdom. Unfortunately, their plan backfired, as the superior numbers of the Straya army succeeded in trapping Esma's forces, leading to their defeat.

  Esma's defeat was swift, and Ubel observed as Straya emerged victorious. He declared to Trevor and Hamza, "Come, it is time to depart."

  While it was true that King Basil had won the war, he had also suffered significant losses in his own army. Ubel led his forces to march on Straya while King Basil remained in Esma, taking stock of the casualties and leaving Olak behind to oversee the reconstruction efforts. The following day, King Basil returned to Straya with his army, unaware of the perils that lay in wait.

  Ubel and his army arrived at the borders of Straya ahead of King Basil, finding the kingdom largely bereft of able-bodied men, consisting only of farmers, women, and children. Ubel issued orders for his army to invade Straya, but to refrain from harming those who did not resist the invasion. In a short time, Ubel was able to assert complete control over the kingdom, waiting patiently for King Basil's arrival

  As Ubel waited, he sat beneath a tree, quaffing a drink. Hamza approached and took a seat beside him, a look of sadness on his face. Ubel inquired, "Why do you seem so despondent?"

  Hamza replied, "Kanot's wife has met her demise."

  Ubel queried, "Why did you not attempt to save her?"

  Hamza replied, "The demands of war take precedence over all else. May I ask you something?"

  Ubel nodded.

  Hamza inquired, "Why are you pursuing this course of action, and what is your ultimate goal in relation to England?"

  Ubel asked in surprise, "Who told you of my designs in England?"

  Hamza replied, "It is common knowledge that you harbour such intentions. Why do you continue to enjoy my assistance in your endeavours? I initially joined your cause for the promise of lands, but now I find myself risking everything for a cause I do not fully understand."

  Ubel inquired, "Do you view that as a positive or negative development?"

  Hamza replied gravely, "It is a very bad thing. There will be consequences. Is it true that you were responsible for your brother's death?"

  Ubel answered simply, "Yes."

  Hamza inquired, "Might I ask the reason behind your actions?"

  Ubel explained, "He stole my rightful place on the throne. It was intended that I should rule Vok after my father's passing. My father himself assured me of this."

  Hamza queried, "Was your brother not the eldest?"

  Ubel replied, "Yes, but my father recognized that I was better suited to rule. Godwin was present at the time, but he was weak-willed and easily swayed by the machinations of others. It was my father's desire that I should succeed him."

  Hamza declared, "I cannot comprehend your logic. I could never bring myself to slay my own brother, no matter the circumstances. And while I may be capable of committing acts of violence against innocent children, I could not bring myself to harm a sibling."

  Ubel replied haughtily, "That is precisely why you are a mere merchant and I am a king."

  Both Ubel and Hamza shared a laugh as Trevor approached, informing Ubel that King Basil was approaching. The two men mounted their horses and returned to the gates of Straya, ensuring that the army was still in order.

  As King Basil neared his kingdom, he noticed a large crowd, but was uncertain as to their identity or purpose. Jeffery also noticed the crowd and advised, "Father, I believe it would be wise to halt and send a messenger to investigate the situation."

  King Basil concurred, feeling a sense of unease at the potential for danger, given the weakened and exhausted state of his army. A messenger was dispatched, but did not return alive, his head being the only part of him that was returned. The army was understandably rattled by this development, and King Basil knew that the day ahead was likely to be fraught with peril. Nevertheless, he resolved to press on.

  As King Basil and his entourage drew near to the throngs of people assembled before them, he was able to discern the features of Ubel, King Basil was struck with shock and dismay, causing him to halt his approach.

  Jeffery, noticing the discomfort of his father, queried, "Is that Ubel, father?"

  King Basil, still reeling from the surprise of seeing his adversary, responded, "Yes, I fear it is. But what could have brought him to our shores?"

  Jeffery, his expression grave, replied, "Father, we cannot engage in combat with them. Ubel is infamous for his brutality, and we are already exhausted and weakened from our journey. It would be unwise to court such danger."

  King Basil, his countenance grave, replied to his son, "Yes, my son, but do these ruffians appear amenable to negotiation?"

  Jeffery, his gaze trained upon the ranks of their own battle-worn and fatigued soldiers, observed, "Our army is in a dire state, father. They are exhausted and fearful. Perhaps if we were to dispatch Beylon to speak with them, a peaceful resolution might be attained."

  King Basil, however, was resolute in his decision. "No, I will go myself," he declared.

  Jeffery, his tone laced with concern, protested, "Father! Is it wise to risk yourself in such a manner?"

  King Basil, his voice firm, cut off his son's objections. "Enough! See to it that you guard my flanks, but do not follow me. I must attempt to broker a peaceful settlement, even if the prospect seems unlikely."

  As King Basil advanced towards the host of Ubel's army, the latter, upon perceiving the approach of his rival, began to advance as well. As they drew near to one another, Ubel, his voice thick with sarcasm, remarked, "It was a difficult engagement indeed, King Basil, at the town of Esma."

  King Basil, his brow furrowed in confusion, remarked, "It seems that news travels with great alacrity in these times."

  Ubel, his lips curved in a mirthless smile, replied, "That is correct, your majesty. However, I can assure you that my intelligence network brought me word of these events before they transpired."

  King Basil, still uncertain as to Ubel's meaning, inquired, "I fear I am not comprehending your words, Ubel."

  Ubel, his tone dripping with disdain, corrected the king. "It is King Ubel. As you can see, I now hold the crown."

  King Basil, his expression grave, responded, "I have heard rumours that Godwin was murdered, slain by his own brother."

  Ubel, his tone laced with irony, remarked, "I am glad to see that the news has been accurately conveyed. Allow me to introduce to you the man responsible for the deed. This man standing at my side is Hamza, still garbed in the attire of war from the town of Esma."

  King Basil, his anger beginning to rise, asked, "What is he doing in your company?"

  Ubel, his smile widening, replied, "Ah, I see it takes you a moment to grasp the situation. But rest assured, I have many innocent women and children within my ranks. It would be unwise for you to draw your sword in anger."

  King Basil, his voice laced with disgust, accused Ubel, "Are you a fiend? Your father and Godwin were not like this." He spat on the ground in contempt.

  Ubel, his tone matter-of-fact, responded, "Exactly. And that is why they are now deceased. As for your men in the town of Esma, I fear they are likely also dead. I left a few of my own troops behind to ensure that outcome."

  King Basil, his expression bewildered, asked, "Why are you doing this? What could possibly justify such atrocities?"

  Ubel, his eyes narrowing, revealed, "I have received word that five neighbouring kingdoms are planning to invade the realm of Vok. Does that not provide sufficient motivation for my actions?"

  King Basil, his gaze fixed upon Ubel, listened in silence.

  Ubel, his voice dripping with contempt, continued, "I see that you were the one who counselled caution to your allies. You were wise not to underestimate me. But now you have two options, King Basil. You may enter into peaceful negotiations with me within the walls of your castle, with your army remaining outside as a guarantee of good faith. Or you may reject my offer of peace and engage in battle here and now."

  King Basil, cognizant of Ubel's reputation for adhering to his word, reluctantly decided to enter into negotiations with him within the castle.

  As they seated themselves at a table, Ubel declared, "The town of Esma is now mine, and I have no designs upon your kingdom."

  King Basil, his tone wary, asked, "Why have you brought me here now?"

  Ubel, his smile predatory, replied, "I propose that we become allies. Together, we can accomplish great things."

  King Basil, his expression stern, countered, "I cannot align myself with someone who slays innocent children."

  Ubel, his tone dismissive, retorted, "Many children and women perish in the fog of war. It is a tragic but inevitable consequence. And in any case, it was not I who committed the deed. It was he," he said, gesturing towards Hamza. Ubel then continued, "Imagine the power and prestige that we could attain if we joined forces. You could retake the town of Straya, and no one would dare to challenge us. The other kingdoms would tremble at the thought of incurring our wrath."

  King Basil, his voice resolute, declared, "No, I would rather die here than betray my principles. I will not do it."

  Ubel, his eyes gleaming with interest, queried, "Do you not wish to see England? I can offer you the opportunity to join me on a quest to conquer that fair land, our ancestors' dream."

  King Basil, his curiosity piqued, asked, "England? What do you mean?"

  Ubel, his voice filled with passion, replied, "I see that I have caught your attention. Consider the legacy you will leave behind upon your demise. Will you not join me in fulfilling the dream of our forefathers?"

  King Basil, his tone sceptical, inquired, "If I were to agree to accompany you to England, how can I be assured that you will not turn against me once we are there?"

  Ubel, his expression sincere, responded, "England has always been the object of our ancestors' desire. I would never betray that dream."

  King Basil, his tone cautious, inquired, "What do you have in mind?"

  Ubel, his expression grave, revealed, "Before we depart for England, there is a matter that must be resolved here. I have received intelligence that the kingdoms of Asmorg and Osna are eager to seize control of Vok. I must secure my borders before I can embark on any further endeavours."

  King Basil, his brow furrowed in thought, suggested, "Why not align yourself with them? Together, we could gather a formidable army and easily conquer England."

  Ubel, his tone dismissive, replied, "I cannot placate all of the factions vying for power. And I cannot forgive those who would betray me."

  King Basil, his tone repentant, admitted, "I was conspiring against you with Asmorg and Osna."

  Ubel, his expression unconcerned, responded, "That is true. But it was not your idea. You were merely a pawn in their game."

  King Basil, his voice laced with trepidation, asked, "How do you propose to achieve your goals?"

  Ubel, his smile sly, replied, "You will do it. You will send a messenger to Asmorg, inviting him to a secret meeting here."

  King Basil, his tone resolute, declared, "I cannot do this. I cannot ally myself with someone like you."

  Ubel, his voice laced with disappointment, remarked, "People are given only one great opportunity in their lives, and now you are squandering yours. Think of your subjects, King Basil. Do you truly wish to see more innocent people slaughtered?"

  Hamza, speaking up for the first time, added, "I agree with King Ubel. You should do what he asks, in the interests of sparing the lives of your subjects."

  King Basil, his expression determined, countered, "I will do as you ask, Ubel, but only if you agree to kill this man," he said, gesturing towards Hamza.

  Ubel, his smile widening, replied, "Ah, Hamza. He will meet his demise once our war is over. You have my word."

  King Basil, having weighed his options and determined that aligning himself with Ubel offered the best chance of fulfilling his ambition to conquer England, agreed to the alliance. Trevor, however, was not pleased with the turn of events, sensing that something was amiss.

  Ubel informed King Basil that he could allow his army to enter the kingdom once more, but they would have to leave their swords with Ubel's forces as a sign of good faith.

  When Jeffery and Beylon learned of the alliance, they were furious and accused the king of bringing shame upon their kingdom. In a private conversation, Jeffery demanded, "How could you compromise in such a manner? This will bring dishonour upon us all!"

  King Basil, his voice weary, explained, "My son, the only reason I declined to join forces with Ubel against Vok was due to the danger he posed. He is a man without mercy, unpredictable, and bound by no moral code. I had no choice but to agree to his terms."

  Beylon, his voice laced with caution, agreed with King Basil, saying, "Your father is correct. Ubel is the last man we would want to confront in battle. His reputation for brutality is well-known."

  Jeffery, his tone incredulous, asked, "So you are suggesting that we simply surrender?"

  King Basil, his expression pensive, clarified, "No, we are taking him on as an ally. He has offered us the opportunity to join him in his conquest of England."

  Jeffery, his eyebrows raised in surprise, inquired, "England? That is a tempting prospect."

  Beylon, his tone thoughtful, added, "Indeed it is. The opportunity to conquer such a rich and renowned land is not one that comes along often."

  Jeffery, his voice laced with scepticism, asked, "But can we trust him? He has a reputation for duplicity."

  King Basil, his expression resolute, replied, "Despite Ubel's nefarious reputation, he is a man who honours his word. He has given me his promise."

  Beylon, his tone concurring, added, "That is true. Ubel has never broken his word. If he succeeds in conquering England, he will become a legend."

  King Basil, his voice laced with irony, commented, "Fame is what Ubel desires above all else. That much is clear to all."

  Following their discussion, Ubel and King Basil reached an agreement to dispatch messengers to the kingdom of Asmorg, requesting that their king attend a meeting with King Basil to discuss a matter of grave importance. Ubel selected Jeffery to be the messenger, as he did not trust any of King Basil's army. All parties involved agreed, and so Jeffery set off with Beylon to Asmrug to convey the news of the upcoming meeting.

  The kingdom of Asmorg is a small nation with a vast population, situated between a frozen wasteland to the north, a dense forest to the south, a shallow sea to the east, and a wild river to the west. The people of Asmorg primarily subsist on carpet-weaving, trade, and animal husbandry.

  The kingdom is largely composed of swamps and experiences a rainy climate, which has resulted in a densely populated area despite the number of people, causing many of them to reside in small villages.

  The country's landscape is impressive, with stunning architecture, pristine snow-covered fields, and beautiful flower fields among its many riches, making it a popular destination for foreign visitors.

  However, the people of Asmorg are not particularly hospitable to outsiders.

  Asmorg is a nation with strict laws and effective law enforcement, a common trait among its citizens who value their freedom and seek to constantly improve themselves.

  The king of Asmorg is a striking figure, with long red hair pulled back to reveal a slender, animated face. His expressive brown eyes, set handsomely within their sockets, gaze gratefully upon the tribe he has grown fond of over the years, he was called King Ajeer.

  His thick beard is a handsome complement to his eyes and mouth, leaving a lasting impression of his fortunate upbringing. There is something enigmatic about him, possibly his demeanour or perhaps simply a sense of ease, but regardless, people are drawn to him and seek to curry his favour.

  After four days of travel, Jeffery and Beylon arrived in Asmorg, where they were greeted with gracious hospitality. King Ajeer welcomed them with great affection and warmth.

  Jeffery and Beylon approached King Ajeer with trepidation, unsure of how he would receive their request for a meeting in Straya. They had been tasked with inviting the king to an important gathering, but their true intention was to deceive him and lure him into a trap.

  King Ajeer embraced Jeffery and exclaimed, "What a delightful surprise!

  Prince Jeffrey, it is a pleasure to have you in our home."

  Jeffery replied with a smile, "I am overjoyed to see you in good health, Your Majesty."

  The king chuckled, "Good health is a blessing bestowed upon us by the generosity of women and the indulgence of wine."

  Beylon interjected, "Your Majesty, we have come bearing important news that we must impart to you."

  King Ajeer turned to Beylon, his expression grave. "I hope that this news is not of a dire nature. Is everything well with King Basil?"

  Jeffery replied, "Yes, he is well, but he has sent us to invite you to a meeting in Straya on his behalf."

  The king inquired, "Why did he not come with you himself?"

  Beylon explained, "King Basil intended to come personally, but he also invited other monarchs from neighbouring kingdoms to attend the meeting."

  King Ajeer's brow furrowed as he deduced, "They seek to conquer Vok, do they not? I had a feeling this was their intention."

  Jeffery confirmed, "That is why he did not come himself. They wish to overthrow Vok and execute Ubel."

  King Ajeer spat out the name with contempt, "Ubel. That malevolent fiend. How the gods allowed him to be born is beyond my comprehension. I detest him with every fibre of my being."

  Jeffery nodded, "We all do, Your Majesty."

  King Ajeer queried, "I have heard rumours that Ubel was responsible for the murder of Godwin. Are these rumours true?"

  Beylon replied gravely, "They are true, Your Majesty."

  The king sighed, "Godwin was a noble man, a man of integrity. It is a great loss to us all."

  He gazed at the floor in contemplation before looking back at Jeffery and Beylon. "We shall discuss this further after we have dined. Let us partake in a meal before tackling these weighty matters."

  Ubel stood at the window of the castle, engrossed in contemplation as he relished the caressing winds. Trevor approached him from behind and discerned the musing expression on his countenance. He hesitated for a moment before addressing him.

  "Are you lost in thought, or do you keep watch on someone?" Trevor inquired.

  Ubel replied, still beholding the trees, "I simply savour the aesthetic appeal of the trees."

  Trevor arched an eyebrow, "But it is dark outside. How can you perceive the trees?"

  Ubel chuckled, a faint smile gracing his lips as he turned to face Trevor. "Tell me, why are you still awake? Does anything ail you?"

  Trevor sighed, "I have been ruminating on our actions and I have a premonition that it will all come back to haunt us. I cannot shake this sense of impending danger."

  Ubel's visage turned serious, "Why are you so fearful? What is it that causes you such distress?"

  Trevor replied, "You are moving too swiftly, Ubel. You used to be more calculated and reflective. I fear that we rush into matters without considering the consequences."

  Ubel glared at Trevor with anger, his voice laced with venom as he spoke. "Do you believe that I make decisions without thinking them through? I am constantly planning, whether I am sleeping, eating, killing, or simply breathing. That is all I do."

  Trevor remained silent, but continued to listen as Ubel continued. "You know me better than anyone else, even better than Godwin did. You are privy to my every thought and action."

  Trevor nodded, "Indeed I do. What do you plan to do with Azir, the son of Godwin?"

  Ubel replied with a sly smile, "I shall make him rule Vok when we journey to England. After all, I gave my word to my brother."

  Trevor nodded in understanding, but refrained from commenting further.

  Back at Asmorg, King Ajeer and his wife Hilda were dining with Jeffrey and Beylon, savouring a hearty meal of fish and wine in a grand hall. However, Jeffery and Beylon were not eating with their usual enthusiasm, their minds preoccupied with the impending conflict with Ubel and the potential consequences for King Ajeer as he marched to Straya to meet with his father, King Basil.

  Hilda noticed the lack of appetite in Jeffery and Beylon and inquired, "Is there something amiss with the fare? If it displeases you, I can instruct the castle servants to prepare something else."

  Beylon turned to Hilda and apologised, "I apologise if it appears that way, Your Majesty. The food is delicious, but our concern lies with the war with Ubel."

  Jeffery cast a glance at Beylon before turning to observe King Ajeer, who was eating with great gusto. Hilda interjected, "I have heard much about this Ubel. It is well known that he is a cunning and gifted individual."

  King Ajeer laughed, his voice laced with contempt, "Gifted? He is nothing more than a savage, a base animal with no morals or sense of restraint. He is driven solely by his own selfish desires."

  Beylon countered, "It is true, Your Majesty, but perhaps that is why we should be wary of him. Without limitations, he is capable of great feats and has nothing to fear."

  King Ajeer sneered, "A man like him cares only for fame and his own glorification."

  Jeffery nodded in agreement, "Indeed, he does."

  Hilda remarked, "I have heard tales of his invincibility in war. He has never suffered a defeat."

  Beylon added, "That is correct. He fought alongside his father and brother Godwin, and was renowned for his strategic planning. Ubel always managed to bring his visions to fruition."

  King Ajeer growled, "This fiend murdered his own brother Godwin without mercy. I have heard rumours that he crushed him beneath falling trees."

  Jeffery explained, "That is why my father is willing to raise an army against him and conquer Vok. He believes that Ubel poses a threat to us all and must be stopped."

  Hilda inquired, "Your father? Plotting a conspiracy? That seems out of character for him, at least from what I have heard of him."

  Beylon replied, "That may have been the case in the past, but King Basil believes that Ubel has reached his limits and his very existence poses a danger to us all. That is why he is rallying an army against him."

  King Ajeer pondered, "If King Basil were to attack Vok alone, he could easily conquer it. Why does he seek an alliance?"

  Jeffery replied, "It is because no one can predict what Ubel will do. His war tactics are highly unpredictable, making him a formidable opponent."

  King Ajeer nodded, "You may be right. Tomorrow, we shall march to Straya and see where this leads us."

  Hilda declared, "I wish to join you."

  Beylon was taken aback by Hilda's request, his voice rising in shock as he exclaimed, "No! I cannot allow it!" He knew that if Hilda were to join them, she might face danger, potentially even death at the hands of Ubel. Jeffery was concerned that Beylon's sudden reaction might cause King Ajeer to suspect something was amiss.

  King Ajeer fixed Beylon with an inquisitive gaze, "Pray, impart upon me the reasoning behind your refusal."

  Beylon stuttered, "I-I simply desired to confirm that the meeting called by King Basil is accounted for by name, and he only summoned your presence."

  King Ajeer turned to his wife and grinned, then he said, "Do not pay heed to his words, he is merely a messenger, after all."

  Jeffery interjected, "Your Majesty, you are cognizant of my father's stringent adherence to his orders. He has only requested the attendance of those individuals who will be present at the meeting, as the information to be divulged is highly sensitive and must not be leaked."

  King Ajeer's countenance transformed into one of anger as he snarled, "Are you insinuating that my wife is in league with Ubel?"

  Beylon and Jeffery remained silent as they observed the king's ire. King Ajeer declared, "If my wife does not accompany me to Straya, then I shall not attend. This matter is now closed."

  Despite their reservations about Hilda's safety, Beylon and Jeffery had no choice but to allow her to accompany King Ajeer on the journey to Straya.

  The next day, the group set off, with fifty mounted guards to protect the King. As they rode, Beylon approached Jeffery and spoke to him in a hushed tone.

  "What is the plan now? You know how much Ubel relishes tormenting others. What will he do if he sees Hilda?"

  Jeffery looked at Beylon with a neutral expression and replied, "We tried to dissuade her, but I cannot reveal the truth to them now. If they had not come, my father would surely be dead at the hands of Ubel."

  Beylon responded, "Let us devise a plan against Ubel then."

  Jeffery countered, "Do you truly believe yourself to be more cunning than he? He can sense when someone is attempting to deceive him."

  Beylon replied, "But I am confident that there must be a way."

  Jeffery interrupted him, "I will not risk my father's life. Do you comprehend that?"

  And so, they continued their march towards Straya.

  Grom arrived in England, sailing there safely and in good health. As he stepped onto the shore, he was greeted by English guards brandishing spears. The guards approached him and inquired, "From whence do you hail?"

  Grom replied with anger, "I hail from here. I am English, and I bear a message of grave importance for the king."

  The guards glanced at the boat that Grom had used to travel to England and asked, "Why do you possess this vessel?"

  Grom's anger boiled over as he retorted, "Now you concern yourselves with your duties? My family was kidnapped from this very land, where were you then?"

  As Grom was escorted to the king's hall in the castle of King Audrey, Alden, the counsellor, approached his majesty with news of the Englishman's request for an audience.

  "Your majesty, a man named Grom seeks a private audience with you, claiming to bear urgent tidings."

  King Audrey, seated upon his throne, fixed Alden with a curious gaze and queried, "Pray tell, who is this Grom and what pressing matters does he wish to discuss?"

  Alden replied, "I am not privy to the details, my lord, but I can confirm that he is of English origin. He has adamantly insisted upon addressing you alone."

  King Audrey contemplated this for a moment before declaring, "Bring him before me, but take care to ensure that he is unarmed."

  Alden bowed deeply and replied, "As you command, my lord."

  As Grom was presented before King Audrey by Alden, they entered the hall and the counsellor closed the doors behind them. Grom approached King Audrey and knelt before him, saying, "Your Grace."

  King Audrey gestured for Grom to rise, saying, "Arise. Now, tell me, Grom, what are these urgent matters that you bring before me?" As he spoke, the king took a draught from his goblet.

  Grom remained silent for a moment before responding, "Your Grace, my wife, offspring, and I were abducted by Ubel, son of Than."

  Upon hearing the name, King Audrey spat out the drink in his mouth and began coughing violently. Alden stood in shock, while Grom looked on with worry. The king recovered and said, "Ubel? Pray tell, how did you come into contact with him, and how did this nefarious event transpire?"

  Grom knelt before King Audrey, imploring his majesty to listen to his plight. "Your grace, I beg of you to hear me out. I was entrusted with the task of assassinating Ubel, but alas, I failed. He caught me attempting to poison his drink and has held me captive since then. "

  Alden, the king's counsellor, stepped forward and inquired, "If I may be so bold, how did Ubel come to possess your wife and children?"

  Grom sighed heavily, "He sent his men here and took them secretly, my lord."

  King Audrey was aghast at this revelation, "Are our scouts so weak as to be easily overpowered? How did this transpire?"

  Alden bowed his head in shame, "I apologise, my lord, but Ubel is known for his cunning and it seems he had planned for this abduction."

  The king's fury knew no bounds, "This is unacceptable. I will not have the name of that barbarian sully my hall any longer."

  Grom beseechingly implored, "Your grace, please listen to me."

  As Grom spoke, King Audrey remained silent, causing Alden to ask, "What does he want from the King?"

  Grom replied, "I'm not sure. Maybe he wants a peace pact or something. I tried to listen in on their conversations while I was imprisoned, but I couldn't make out anything."

  King Audrey scoffed at the idea of making a peace pact with Ubel, saying, "This Ubel thinks he can fool me with such a proposal?"

  After a brief pause, King Audrey instructed Alden, "Send a messenger to Godwin. He is a man of honour, and I will meet with him."

  Alden and Grom locked gazes, fully aware of the demise of Godwin. Yet, it appeared that the king had not been apprised of this development. Alden spoke with grave intensity, "Your Grace, I regret to inform you that Godwin has met his demise."

  King Audrey was taken aback by the news of Godwin's death. "Pray tell, how did this come to pass?" he inquired.

  Grom hung his head and replied, "He fell in battle, Your Grace. It was Ubel who dealt the fatal blow."

  The king was struck with grief and rage. "No! This cannot be! Godwin was a dear friend and ally. How could this devil have taken his life?"

  Alden interjected, "Your Grace, we must consider the safety of Grom's family. As English subjects, it is our duty to protect them. We cannot afford to have word of their situation spread, as it could incite unrest among the populace. I implore you to devise a plan to retrieve them from Ubel's grasp."

  King Audrey nodded, his mind racing. "I cannot fathom the thought of negotiating with such a demon. May Christ guide me through this trying time. Where does Ubel wish to meet?"

  Grom answered, "Here, Your Grace. He requested your approval before sailing to our shores as a gesture of diplomacy."

  The king was sceptical. "I find it hard to believe that he would act with such decorum. Very well, inform him that the meeting is granted. I cannot leave one of our English subjects in his hands."

  Alden ventured, "If I may humbly suggest, Your Grace, perhaps it would be wise to limit Ubel's naval presence to only three vessels. We cannot afford to allow him to arrive with a larger armada."

  King Audrey nodded in agreement. "Yes, you are correct. He shall be permitted to sail with no more than three boats. It is the least we can do to safeguard our interests."

  Grom bowed his head in gratitude. "As you command, Your Grace. We are grateful for your benevolence."

  After Grom left the hall, King Audrey turned to Alden and inquired, "Might you recall the name of the individual who resided with Godwin? I believe he was a close associate."

  Alden replied, "If I am not mistaken, Your Grace, you are referring to Erik. Is it him you seek?"

  The king nodded. "Yes, that is the one. Is he alive, do you know?"

  Alden replied, "To my knowledge, he still draws breath. But I can verify this for you if you wish."

  King Audrey's eyes narrowed in determination. "I desire nothing more than to have Erik present at court as soon as possible. See to it that he is fetched without delay."

  Alden bowed his head in obedience. "Your wish is my command, Your Grace."