Summer 965 MC
King Leofric gazed at the distant city. "There it is, Edwin. The fabled city of Riverhurst."
"Fabled, Your Majesty?"
"Well, maybe that"s pushing things. Still, it"s the end of a long march. I don"t know about you, but I"m looking forward to a nice bath."
Lord Edwin chuckled. "We have yet to speak to Lord Creighton, my king. He may have other plans."
"So he might. Ah well, we"ll never know if we don"t enter the city. Come, let"s not waste any more time."
He galloped off, leaving Lord Edwin to play catch-up. They thundered across the field through a mist that clung to the grass with great tenacity. The gatehouse soon loomed before them, the doors wide open in greeting.
"Impressive place, isn"t it?" mused the king as they rode through.
"It is indeed, Your Majesty, even m
