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It wasn’t an easy job traveling that distance. I walked, mostly during the night, and tried my very best to avoid the [[saxon]] scum who were raiding the area. By staying off the road I managed to steer clear of them for the most part, but many weren’t that lucky. I got separated from two of my closest friends the very first night. One, I saw the day after, well his head at least, the other… I have no notion of his whereabouts. I have witnessed the brutality and savageness of the [[Saxons]] many times before, but during my travels here they seem to have grown worse still. I saw other refugees being intercepted by scouts. I saw the [[saxons]] take all they had, burn their clothes in midst of winter, saw them dragging women off the road by their hair and… You think you really know how much you hate them, and then they destroy your world. They take away your purpose, your daily bread, your friends, your liege, your… Dimitte me cometessa. I don’t wish to remind you of your loss, nor do I wish to burden you with mine. You eh, asked me how I got here. I followed the Foreboding [[Forest]] west. I knew area, better than any [[Saxons]] at least, and so I knew that if I followed the edge of it long enough I would end up in [[Salisbury]]. Ha! It was easier said than done. Two [[saxon]] scouts set upon me during the third night. I had wandered too close to their hidden camp and they surprised me on my path. That’s how I lost the horse. Honourless people, attacking the animal before the man. I took them down of course, and slept in their camp. After all I had been traveling a long time and had had no or little food the last couple of days. After that it only got worse. I thought that there would be less [[Saxons]] the further west I got (sigh). There are [[Saxons]] everywhere. I don’t say this for the sake of glorifying my own tale, but they are like flies in a fish market. Without a horse the travels went slower, but on the other hand it was easier to stay hidden without it. Then, when I came into [[Salisbury]], I followed River [[Test]]. All roads lead to Rome, but in [[Salisbury]] all rivers points towards [[the Rock]]. That is how I came here cometessa. I came on my feet, blood on my [[sword]] and with a purpose in my heart. Nothing is left to the east. There are only the desperate, the dead and the [[saxons]] left. --------------------------- The Domina had listened with her hands folded in her lap. She was frowning slightly; something that [[Ennis]] assumed had to do with the grimness of his story. “Tell me, sir knight,” she said, “you say that you came with a purpose, why is that?” [[Ennis]] nodded frowning himself. This was the tricky part to explain. “Well, domina,” he said. “My former liege he eh… he told me a name, a name that it is supposedly mine. In fact I have no doubt that this is my name, because it seems familiar and I am sure that a dying man does not lie about such things. I was told that I am [[Ennis]] of Marwth and that I have family here. I was told that I am son to an eques named [[Bryn]].” The dominus to the comessa’s right side suddenly narrowed his eyes and took a step forward. “Lord [[Amig]]?” asked domina [[Ellen]] inquiring. “Sir Leo,” said the dominus to one of the older eques in the room, “do me a favour would you?” “Of course, lord [[Amig]].” “Go and fetch your wife.” This was a strange request, and [[Ennis]] didn’t understand why this was happening while he was telling the most important story in his life. The ways of these countryside people, seemed strange, and their way of procedur was something else indeed. The eques who had been asked the question gave [[Ennis]] a strange look before he left the room. “Lord [[Amig]],” the cometessa said again. “I trust you can make an evaluation of this?” “I am sorry my [[lady]],” said the dominus named [[Amig]] as he stared at [[Ennis]], his brows tightly knitted. “I thought there was something familiar about this knight, but it couldn’t be… None the less, it is [[Ennis]]. It could be no-one else.” [[Ennis]] felt his heart leap. For the first time since he set off on this journey to Saurum he had gotten some recognition that he wasn’t going completely mad. “You recognise me?” he said the relief in his voice showing. “I do,” said the other man. “The only thing is that you look far younger than the [[Ennis]] I knew, could possibly be. You look no older than your brother, but those eyes are unmistakeable” Feeling his excitement take over, [[Ennis]] took the other man’s hand. “My brother? I have a brother?” [[Amig]] shook his head smiling thinly. “Unfortunately, he passed last summer.” [[Ennis]] felt his heart sink again. He hadn’t known that the word “brother” had meant so much to him until the moment he thought he had one. He suddenly felt an unexplainable dark sorrow fill his chest. It almost began hard to breathe. “I am sorry,” said [[Amig]] putting one hand on [[Ennis]] shoulder. “Your brother squired for me, and I thought fondly of him.” [[Ennis]] lifted his head to ask about this, when his eyes fell upon a woman entering with the older eques. “Mother!” the word escaped him and before he could stop himself he had taken three long strides and embraced her. In the same second he felt the grip on his arm [[Ennis]] let go, staring confused at the woman before him. She looked so familiar, yet something, something was oddly wrong. Only, he didn’t know what it was. She was shorter! Surely, the memory that had struck him had been of a taller woman. Or had he been smaller? Her eyes were different too, not brown but blue, reflections of his own. He stepped away. “Who…?” “Who do you think you are?” The eques’ grip on his arm had hardened. [[Ennis]] looked down at the grip. “I am sorry,” he said and then lifted his gaze looking at the woman, “I didn’t mean to do that, but would you tell me who you are?” “That’s my wife that you…” “And I apologised,” interrupted [[Ennis]] looking the other man straight in the face. “Now, unhand me fellow eques.” “Well,” said [[Amig]] stepping between them, “it is his sister, sir Leo. Emogen, this would be your brother, [[Ennis]].” He stared at her. She stared at him. Yet, there was only confusion in her eyes, no sign of recognition or warmth. [[Ennis]] started to question whether he was going completely mad, when domina [[Ellen]] spoke: “I do see the resemblance, lord [[Amig]]. They are quite alike.” “But it can’t be,” protested Emogen looking at the cometessa. “I am his younger sister. [[Ennis]] should be about 10 years older than this man.” Feeling confused by this statement [[Ennis]] turned away shaking his head. It was hurting. He desperately needed a break from all this, whatever all this was. “Yet, I am quite sure that this is [[Ennis]],” said [[Amig]] looking up to domina [[Ellen]]. “Very well,” she said. “Then we have things to discuss.”
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