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For Gwilym, the wait for Eleusia, Antauros and, hopefully, Torben to return was excruciating. He had returned to his position, perched on the foot of the altar and watched Princess Theodora’s troops move to and fro around the antechamber. There was a sense of nervous excitement in the air amongst the soldiers, who occupied themselves checking over their equipment and supplies and talking quietly amongst themselves. Each of them now bore two bulging money pouches secreted about their person, one for themselves and one that was part of the Princess’ collective pool of resources for the journey ahead. Gwilym was astounded by the trust the Princess was placing in her troops. Pretty much every other soldier, conscript or man-at-arms he had come across would already be categorically denying e
