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There were soldiers everywhere inside the Capitol City. Laun tried to look demure in the back of the cart, the fabric pulled up over her head like a veil as they passed through the streets. She caught glimpses of faces very young under the helmets, younger than even most of the wards at Salam-Dir. Then there were the others that had taken the Dark colors. Many of them also had a red ribbon tied somewhere on their chest, along with the Blue and Grey baldric as she heard an odd accent to their calls. Men from Rosemond, and many of them looked like they were ready for a fight. Any fight.
It had only taken them some of the morning to get to the Capitol City. It had taken most of an hour to get through the mob of soldiers and bureaucrats at the gate. Silar had only two coins on him and tried to explain that he was on a mission for a very important person inside. No, he was not a merchant. No, she was not his property. Yes, he was a citizen of the Midlands...
Laun almost spoke several times, but felt that Silar was digging himself in deep enough. They hardly even looked at her other than to note that she was a she and was pregnant. Laun remembered names on the lists from the captured documents. She could have talked her way through. But... She did not want to make it easy for Silar.
The coin he had was gone, as well as the basket and one of the sheepskins. One of the guards had been looking a little too close at Laun for her liking, but they had been able to move into the crowds without much more delay. »Read More