Some of the new words I’ve put down for Sureshot the King…coming soon.
Meanwhile, Vorfar and Makler began making a plan to get into the city once more. This time it would be more difficult as there had just done so. The decided they would travel to the northern end of the city and attempt to gain entry posing as woodsmen helping to bring lumber and supplies into the city. It was the least trafficked area of the wall because there were no well traveled roads there, only a few trappers, loggers and miners entered that area. Besides, it was on the opposite side from their position and so less likely that any search parties would be looking for them there.
When they were satisfied with their plan, they wondered where the prince had gone.
“He is struggling,” Makler suggested.
“Aye, he is,” Vorfar agreed. “It isn’t an easy thing. He’s torn between his loyalty to his father and his friend. In those situations, one’s heart aches because it wants to hold both but you cannot hold both fire and ice in the same hand. He must drop one of them and he does not want to.”
“But I don’t believe Durbar killed his father,” Makler added.
“Perhaps not, but it does not matter. Either Durbar did so because Duke Orthan had to be killed, or someone else killed the Duke and is letting Durbar take the blame. Either way, the young prince is mourning. Not only for his father but for his friend. It is a lot of weight on him. Try to be patient. He does not necessarily mean what he says right now. It is the pain speaking through him.”
”But if Durbar didn’t kill the duke then who did?”
“I surely don’t know. But I do know that his family is cursed with treachery. Never were they fond of loyalty.”
“Are you saying it is possible that Warren killed his father?”
”Many things are possible. In the case of Orthan and his sons, suffice it to say that there is a history of such things. Betrayal runs in their blood.”
Makler looked towards the woods into which Rothan retreated, but he, like the truth, was hidden.