CHAPTER SEVENTY-EIGHT

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Lord Gerthy of Kimberthan is making his way through the lord halls leading into the inner circles of his court. He was on his way from dining with his daughter and her husband before they leave for their honey when he meet the commotion, and the dusk at their wake.

''What is the commotion?'' he asks thinking to himself.

  That was the Royal guards leaving. Did they leave without him and the other lords accompanying them to the coach's entrance and bid them farewell?

The servants and guards who had rushed out before him, turns to him bowing

''My Lord, it is the Princess!''

''What do you mean? What has happened to the Princess?''

The guards and servants stare at themselves ''The Princess is gone, she and her guards too. They left in such a hurry. ''

''What are you speaking, make sense boy!''