THE LONG ROAD

Eight month since the duel, eight months. Two man stood there, their nerves like steel wires. They waited who will make the first move.

"Well…well what do we have here?" the first man said.

"Ignorant fool that doesn`t know his place." replied the other.

"We will see."

"You aren`t the first one to say that."

"You won`t live long to see."

"Ignorant…"

The first man's sword flashed before the second man's eyes.

"You fast…"

"Watch this…"

"I`ve killed your kind before."

The first man slashed with lightning speed. The second man fell.

The tall wooden palisade overlooked the whole valley. The guard found that duty more than boring,

"Nothing… For five hours nothing. I`m starting to lose nerves. You there stop. Stand and be recognized."

He looked at the man that eagerly walked up to rampart.

"I`m Elewandur of Densele," replied the man.

After a few moments, the guard gave the signal, " You may pass."

The large doors of palisade opened.

"Need diversion?" asked one of the camp followers.

"Some other time," Densele replied.

"We can do it for free."

"Later. The Shamans wait."

"I`ll lead you to them," the guard bumped in. "This way."

Don`t know whose worse… this Earl of Densele… Grand-prince Elawald… …or the warlord Dobrunya.