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connection.
"Let's go." Lorit stood up and grabbed his pack.
"We can't leave now. We have to take the Prince with us and the King certainly won't let him go before the banquet. It's his last chance to spend time with his son. We can leave in the morning."
"This can't wait. Zhimosom needs our help."
"What did Rotiaqua say?" Chihon placed her hands on her hips and looked at him.
"To keep to our current plans, but we need to do something."
"We are going to do something. Stick to our plan."
Just then, there was a knock at the door. The servants had arrived with a fresh dress for Chihon and a new robe for Lorit.
"If the master will accompany me, we will bathe you and prepare you for the evening's banquet."
"Are you sure about this?" Lorit asked.
"Yes. I'll see you at dinner tonight." She pushed him towards the door. "Go get ready."
Chihon was seated at the table next to Princess Ukina. She'd spent the afternoon being pampered and prepared for the banquet. She was dressed in the finest clothes she'd ever worn, although she was more at home in her travel cloak and hiking boots than the finery dictated for an official court function. She pulled at her dress trying to get comfortable.
She searched the dinner guests for Lorit. They had been separated by the servants who came to prepare them and she didn't know where he was. She found him at the King's table, seated between the Chancellor and Prince Ghall. Lorit wore the rich, dark green robe that the King had bestowed on him, which made him look all the more like a Wizard.
She saw the ease with which he engaged the court in conversation and realized he'd grown in his confidence as he'd grown into his power during their travels.
"Isn't he handsome?" the Princess asked. When Chihon didn't respond the girl gave her a sharp jab with her elbow and nodded towards Lorit. "Isn't he handsome?"
"I guess so," Chihon replied offhandedly. She was more concerned with his behavior than his looks. He was usually so quiet and reserved, but tonight he seemed to be a little more flamboyant than she had ever seen.
"You're so lucky," the Princess continued. "You traveled with him across the Plains of Grass and over the mountains to get here, didn't you?" The Princess turned to face Chihon clapping her hands together. "Did you get to see him do magic? Were you there when he brought down the Temple?"
They had agreed to keep Chihon's power a secret. Lorit didn't want word getting around that she was a Sorceress, for fear that the Temple would attack her directly, as they'd done with him. The Princess didn't realize that Chihon was instrumental in bringing down the temple and that she shared her powers with Lorit.
Before she could formulate a response, the Princess was off again.
"And you, you're so pretty. Not like me."
Chihon didn't think of herself as pretty. She was just a girl who sold bread in the market, nothing special.
"I wish I could travel with the Wizard, just like you do," the Princess continued.
Chihon looked her over. The Princess was slightly taller than Chihon but thin and spindly. She reminded Chihon of a bird, with her bony arms and legs, and a pronounced nose. Even though the Princess had two maids to attend to her appearance, her hair was in a constant state of disarray, with frayed ends poking out from her carefully built coif.
"Princess, you have such a wonderful life. You live in the palace with all these servants around. You never have to sleep in the woods or walk for leagues every day, just to get somewhere."
She glanced over at Lorit. It looked as if he was enjoying the wine a little too much. He was talking loudly and gesturing wildly. She felt the power rise in him just as it did when he fought the Priest. He was preparing to use his magic, right there in the middle of the feast.
She reached out to him and tried to dampen his power, encouraging him to relax, and dissuading him from doing something he would regret. She felt him push her away as he
"Let's go." Lorit stood up and grabbed his pack.
"We can't leave now. We have to take the Prince with us and the King certainly won't let him go before the banquet. It's his last chance to spend time with his son. We can leave in the morning."
"This can't wait. Zhimosom needs our help."
"What did Rotiaqua say?" Chihon placed her hands on her hips and looked at him.
"To keep to our current plans, but we need to do something."
"We are going to do something. Stick to our plan."
Just then, there was a knock at the door. The servants had arrived with a fresh dress for Chihon and a new robe for Lorit.
"If the master will accompany me, we will bathe you and prepare you for the evening's banquet."
"Are you sure about this?" Lorit asked.
"Yes. I'll see you at dinner tonight." She pushed him towards the door. "Go get ready."
Chihon was seated at the table next to Princess Ukina. She'd spent the afternoon being pampered and prepared for the banquet. She was dressed in the finest clothes she'd ever worn, although she was more at home in her travel cloak and hiking boots than the finery dictated for an official court function. She pulled at her dress trying to get comfortable.
She searched the dinner guests for Lorit. They had been separated by the servants who came to prepare them and she didn't know where he was. She found him at the King's table, seated between the Chancellor and Prince Ghall. Lorit wore the rich, dark green robe that the King had bestowed on him, which made him look all the more like a Wizard.
She saw the ease with which he engaged the court in conversation and realized he'd grown in his confidence as he'd grown into his power during their travels.
"Isn't he handsome?" the Princess asked. When Chihon didn't respond the girl gave her a sharp jab with her elbow and nodded towards Lorit. "Isn't he handsome?"
"I guess so," Chihon replied offhandedly. She was more concerned with his behavior than his looks. He was usually so quiet and reserved, but tonight he seemed to be a little more flamboyant than she had ever seen.
"You're so lucky," the Princess continued. "You traveled with him across the Plains of Grass and over the mountains to get here, didn't you?" The Princess turned to face Chihon clapping her hands together. "Did you get to see him do magic? Were you there when he brought down the Temple?"
They had agreed to keep Chihon's power a secret. Lorit didn't want word getting around that she was a Sorceress, for fear that the Temple would attack her directly, as they'd done with him. The Princess didn't realize that Chihon was instrumental in bringing down the temple and that she shared her powers with Lorit.
Before she could formulate a response, the Princess was off again.
"And you, you're so pretty. Not like me."
Chihon didn't think of herself as pretty. She was just a girl who sold bread in the market, nothing special.
"I wish I could travel with the Wizard, just like you do," the Princess continued.
Chihon looked her over. The Princess was slightly taller than Chihon but thin and spindly. She reminded Chihon of a bird, with her bony arms and legs, and a pronounced nose. Even though the Princess had two maids to attend to her appearance, her hair was in a constant state of disarray, with frayed ends poking out from her carefully built coif.
"Princess, you have such a wonderful life. You live in the palace with all these servants around. You never have to sleep in the woods or walk for leagues every day, just to get somewhere."
She glanced over at Lorit. It looked as if he was enjoying the wine a little too much. He was talking loudly and gesturing wildly. She felt the power rise in him just as it did when he fought the Priest. He was preparing to use his magic, right there in the middle of the feast.
She reached out to him and tried to dampen his power, encouraging him to relax, and dissuading him from doing something he would regret. She felt him push her away as he
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