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Tarkyn, accompanied by Danton and following the directions of hidden woodfolk, walked just over a mile to the bandits’ camp. As he approached, he was challenged by a shout of “Who goes there?” followed by the swish of wood on string as a bow was pulled taut. Without breaking stride, he continued into the campsite, hearing behind him a dull thud as the zealous sentry was hit by a woodman’s slingshot.
All around him, the bandits sank onto one knee, hand on heart.
“Thank you,” said Tarkyn, “You may rise.”
Orolan stood up and swaggered over to the prince, “Good morning, Your Highness. I hope you have not damaged young Gundo too badly. He was merely following procedure. He is new to our group and may not have recognised you immediately.”
Tarkyn gave a slight smile, “I am sure he will do
