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‘’Come along now come along! O for Go- Someone help [[Erudice]]!’’ Penn motioned haplessly towards some of the older boys who simply walked past the little girl until one of his own sons finally pulled her out of the mud and handed her – crying – to a red-faced nanny. Mouthing a prayer for divine providence he continued down the line of milling Tarren, smacking as many of the boys he could reach as he rode past them. ‘’You should all know better!’’ Who knew such a great family could be so disorganized? A journey that was supposed to take a few weeks now felt like it was taking months with every mile a new disaster: stuck wagons, leaking barrels and eternal stops for water and food. And just when he thought it couldn’t get worse they had started out on the narrow roads through the [[forest]]. Here the messy excursion became a bumbling nightmare. He rode past the lines of grumbling footmen and mercenaries and as he reached the front of the meandering column he fell in behind the lead knight and cleared his throat. ‘’Yes, Sir Penn?’’ The knight’s voice was calm but Penn recognized the look in his blue eyes. ‘’More trouble, Sir. Your mother’s wagon got stuck again. Looks like we won’t be going much further today.’’ This was the fifth delay this week and the second one today. Nervously scratching his pockmarked face he motioned down the road. ‘’Luckily, sir, there is an old farmstead up ahead. Not quite a manor but as close as you can get without nobs around.’’ He had only met the husbandman once but had immediately taken a liking to the fat man and his beaming smile. ‘’Nobs, sir?’’ Sir Gwynns eyed narrowed as he took in the rain covered scenery. ‘’Nobility, sir. That’s what my father sometimes called it… excuse me Sir.’’ The line behind them had slowly started moving again and as [[Gwynn]] motioned his [[charger]] to a trot he fell in behind him once again. ‘’I hope it is better than the last ''rustic experience'' you forced upon my beloved step-mother, sir.’’ [[Gwynn]] was perhaps a bit unfair thought Penn, sure the roof had been a bit leaky and the food wasn’t what her ladyship was used to but the people had been kind and welcoming. But perhaps the distant Sir [[Gwynn]] had received a different hospitality. ‘’It sure will be, Sir. Garath even has a guesthouse if I remember correctly… Garath being the name of the husbandman, Sir.’’ They were now well ahead of the first footmen and as [[Gwynn]] struck Penn no one except the trees saw them. ‘’Listen here ''cousin!'' When I charged you with overseeing this escapade I admit I made a grave mistake seeing how you failed even at such a simple task. But if you believe I will miss my father’s victory in Londinium because of you you’re sorely mistaken.’’ Their eyes met and for a few moments the only thing Penn heard was the pounding of his heart. ‘’Either you draw your [[sword]], and be sure my father will hear of it, or you remove your hand from it.’’ Penn hadn’t even noticed his hand upon the pommel of his father’s old battered blade and how [[Gwynn]] had mirrored him. For a few moments ideas of clashing blades, sweet vengeance and retribution flooded Penn’s young mind until he met Gwynns eyes again. [[Gwynn]] would kill him if he won. And if Penn won he would either have to kill Sir Maelgwyns firstborn or run for the rest of his life. Slowly his hand left the pommel and he turned his horse towards the approaching footmen. ‘’I will see to it that they hurry, Sir.’’ Oh, what he would do to wipe the smile of that arses face.
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