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Torben and Gwilym panted as they mounted the crest of one of the many rolling hills that littered the landscape. Around them, the men and women of Princess Theodora’s guard slogged onwards. Torben was gratified to think that even these professional soldiers were beginning to wilt under the efforts of the prolonged forced march they were undergoing. The mounted warriors of Shenesra Tador’s Pegasus Company were littered amongst them, but many more were gathered on the flanks and rear of the formation or flitted back and forth scouting ahead and behind them. Ahead of them and already at the bottom of the slope of the hill he stood on, Torben could see Shenesra Tador herself, sitting regally in her saddle, holding a conversation with Antauros, who looked as tireless as ever. His stature me
