The troops started to move.
-What are they doing? the king of the mountain people asked. They were so far away, on the ramparts that they could not make much sense of what was going on.
-They are preparing to leave, I think, the monk said.
-She made it then. The king seemed pleased. Too pleased. He liked her? the monk asked himself to search for more signs.
Yes, it seemed the troops were almost ready to move out. Moving like ants, in order, so the king was fine, he thought. But who was the challenger then? Dead anyway, by the looks of the order in the troops movements, as they knew what they were doing. A new king would have brought some chaos, he thought. Challenger must be dead. Stupid people with thoughts of greatness, who makes them stretch more than the duvet holds? But if tha
