Soul leads the small band of mounted people at a
brisk trot, conserving as much of the mounts' energy as
possible while still making good time. Making the final
turn from the road, he sees several riders leaving the
keep's gate. He quickly recognizes the gray tunics of
his quards and even more quickly recognizes the
figure with the flowing hair and sword almost as long as
she is. He smiles realizing that Mystiques patience
had evidently worn out.
"Myst...Good to see
you," he calls as the two groups close the distance. "I
trust you are ready to fight?" He sees the answer in
her eyes before she even answers.
The riders
spur their mounts to even greater speed and quickly
enter the gates of the keep. "Sabre, take Colin inside
and see that everything is prepared for a seige. I
have some work to do." A quick kiss is all he can
spare for his wife, who has been through so much with
him. He turns his attention back to the task at hand.
He sees the leaders of the various Red Lions units
have gathered and he leads them to the great hall for
a planning sesion.
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