*note to my readers: (which I hope are still here? Haha….) if any of you fellows remember, in the prologue (the shortest one in the world…) I said ‘incomplete accounts’ erase that from your heads. I’ve changed my mind.*
 
 
We laid there as though we had been companions in war and had come through many battles together. Heat was swelling from inside my satchel like a flame burning and burning ever brighter. I then gazed out from the shadows of the wall and the light of the lampposts spared little to be shed upon the riders. I watched them conversing with hoods thrown over head and with hands steadying their horses.  Then I whispered:
 
 
“They are the Marher, the Watchmen of Dorwar’s Black Guard, but they are mortal men.”
 
“Aye, but they have great powers which Dorwar has given them.”
 
Then he rolled away and laid himself almost level to the cobblestone under the arch. We listened. Then one of the horses snorted and flared its nostrils.  The horses dashed forward, bearing swiftly their silent riders. We watched them ride away like shadows soon hidden in the Darkness. The Clock struck noon, and I then sprang to my feet:
 
“They said ‘to Faranfenther’, and that is where Count Gorsail dwells.” I whispered this down to my companion. Then he sprung up beside me, and we both dashed forward without questioning.  I heard behind me footsteps and a heavy pounding upon the door.  A voice spoke out:
 
“Open in the name of Lord Dorwar!” But we had already passed down the road after the Watchmen, and I knew who it was that strode beside me.
*****
 
I suddenly tensed my grasp upon the door knob. Then I repeated so that he would hear:
 
“None can enter here.”   
 
He that stood beyond the door became silent. I waited, listening to the fire’s crackling and burning in the hearth.
 
“Listen here,” he said.
 
I then pressed my ear against the wall, my hands tightly folded over the knob.
 
 
“I look for one named Tuigrem, can you find him?”
 
 My brow creased, and my eyes gazed fearfully into the darkness. My body stiffened, and I flinched when he thundered upon the door and snarled:
 
“Answer me.”
 
*****
 
“Who are you then?” I did not answer.  The men behind me tightened their hold.
 
“Tell me who you are.” He questioned me again, and I gazed into his eyes: gold and burning with a congealed wrath.
 
“I am no friend of Noltayn’s.” My voice was bitter, and I did not stir nor say anymore.