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traveled with him as far as possible from threats, and then sent a message ahead to their father of their failed attempt to force villagers to abandon their land and homes.
    Just after they camped, while his brother lay covered next to the fire, Bayl sat across from him. His mind full of memories of their childhood, and knowing Baric was closer to their father’s heart. He remembered their father’s long talks, encouraging words, and admonishments to them when behaving badly, but always with him were reminders that his queen died soon after he came out of her womb.
    He recalled his brother taunting him in WorrlgenHall, the forests, gardens, or glens, practically wherever they trained for battles always urging him to stay courageous in times of peril or facing death, while pushing him hard.
    His words heeded, Bayl faithfully fought alongside Baric when their father again began to lay siege to other territories. Both spurring each to gallantry while protecting the other, and although Baric suff ered wounds numerous times in battle, it was only until now that any brought such suffering.
    “Is he better?” Bayl asked, since Baric had not spoken an intelligible word since he found him.
    “ Yes, my lord,” the man answered, “But, his wound is deep. He lost much blood and what remains now boils.”
    Bayl turned, h is mind now recalling the battle.
    “ Why did you send me ahead of you?” he questioned under his breath; certain whatever the reason probably was to protect him.   
    Just as Bayl murmured to himself, Ogor ec walked into the camp; then stood by the fire, before turning to Bayl.
    “ He sweats,” he remarked, when he looked down Lord Baric.
    “ His blood boils,” Bayl said; then went to the makeshift bed he had for the night, and put his arms behind his head, before going again into deep thought.
    Well aware of the bond between the two brothers, Ogorec looked at Bayl sympathetically, but unsure what to say to lighten his heart; said nothing more of Baric ’s wound.
    “ We must move again soon, my lord,” Ogorec voiced instead. His mind always on impeding threats; “We are still close to our enemy’s land.”
    “ I have sent a swift messenger,” Bayl replied and looked up at the black sky. He had written his message already and gave it to Laad his fastest rider.
    In his message, he left his words few only noting their failed attempt to take over the villages, and that Baric fell in battle gravely injured, but was still alive, and were they now were.
    He knew the thought of losing his oldest son without first seeing life still within him an impossible burden. The king would ride hard to join them, and ordered Ogorec to set up guards and watches while they waited.
    Ogorec informed the men of their stay. Again, cautioning of the threats surrounding them since camped so close to Celgon, a land ruled by an old king content with the land he ruled. However, he had three sons, Thogor, Cadon, and Elgen, who, now older and knowing their father was well in years and would die soon wanted more land and power.
     
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    While they camped and waited for the king, the next night as they waited, Belon noticed Ogorec nowhere in sight and knowing his appreciation of grand sceneries; guessed where he could be.
    “ When will the king be with us?” Belon asked when he found Ogorec sitting on his horse far away from others staring out into the open plains.
    “ Soon.”
    Ogorec, about si x feet four inches tall, with hair pitch black just as was along his chin and dark eyes, was Baric’s first in command and guard.
    Handsome, strong, fit, as well as valiant, and unmotivated to one-day rise as a ruler, he had a flair for battle, and a natura l leader, the men admired him.
    Belon just under six feet nine inches tall, whose hair was a hue of wet autumn leaves after a rain and eyes a mysterious shade of blue, which changed to a hint of green according to the light was Bayl ’s first in command and guard.
    He, even more