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iebanehita: RESERVED NI!

Lol. I have just deactivated my "reserved mode".

Sheenor: His he really back

Well I just quoted you, that means I'm back.

D9ty7: VanTee20 the great. In larrySun's voice; "welcome back."

D9ty7 the magnificient. . . Thanks bro.

texanomaly: He's a difficult guy to keep up with.

Nearly everyone says the same thing about me, both virtual and real life friends. I wonder what is wrong. . . . with me.

LarrySun: Welcome back.

Thank you sir. As usual, I feel honoured to have you on my thread.

Divepen: Vantee20, where have you been.

School mostly. School's on break now that's why I could spare the time to scribble some things.

How are you doing bro?

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"What do you want?" Lujan, the most senior guard, demanded gruffly.

"Pray thee gentle guards, we seek entrance into Austieres," the hooded one replied with an unmistakeable Casvillé accent.

"We are sorry but we can not grant you entrance into our city with your face covered up like this,' Lujan explained while clutching his spear tightly, just in case he needed to use it. "You have to uncover your face sir."

The hooded one did not argue any bit, in fact he raised his head almost immediately and pulled the hood off his face without scruple.

Golden blond hair, high forehead, aquiline nose, small mouth with pinky lips all came to the torch illuminated view of the guard. Lujan blinked in rapid succession as he took in the familiar features of the mystery man. Only one man had all these features combined . . .

"Sir Millicent. . ." he called softly as though he thought the figure before him an apparition.

"Yes, it's me," Sir Millicent said with a weary half-smile. "Now be nice as to open the gate quickly. I have to get to the citadel at once."

There was no response. The guards stood rooted to the spot with their gazes transfixed on the man who had not been seen for the past eight years.

"Open the gate now!"

The response to that barked command was instantenous. The four guards almost crashed into one other as they scrambled to open the gate at once. In the moment that followed, Sir Millicent and his unspeaking friend rode through the dark streets of the city straight to the citadel where the King's palace was situated.

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The archetypal image of the of the Casvillean royal court is that of a magnificient hall with numerous rows of paired high seats for the various Knights, Barons, Vassals, Lords and Ladies of the court. There was also a podium on which the King and the Queen's throne stood.

Presently, there was an uproar in the court as Sir Millicent crossed the threshold. Everyone screamed with joy as soon as they descried King Gavyne's long lost nephew, whose unprecedented eight years absence from the court had caused not a few people severe heartache. Most especially the ladies of the court who greatly admired and adored him for his unique masculine beauty and unmatched prowess as a knight.

The King, in the fullness of his joy, immediately ordered that a great feast be prepared and all the important people in the land who were not already in the court be invited at once despite the fact that it was late into the night.

Just before the feast commenced, the King, in his characteristic gravely voice, asked Sir Millicent why he had deserted Casvillé for as long as eight years.

When Sir Millicent stood up to answer the King's question, his eyes were so teary and his countenance so sad that everyone in the court easily noticed the great sadness and sorrow he felt.

"My lord,'' he began by bowing to the King. "Distinguished ladies and gentlemen of the court, It was never my intention to desert Casvillé for this long. I was just a hapless victim of destiny's cruel wiles. I just have to thank Our Lord for bringing me back here safely after the great tribulations I have faced."

CHAPTER ONE

It was a cold, dark night in Casville, the capital city of the Nersean empire. The beautiful streets of the city that were always bustling with activity in the daylight had understandably become deserted. Voices of chattering human beings had given way to the sounds of hooting owls, chirping crickets and other such sounds that usually filled the night.

Two figures could be seen walking down the Levois street with burning torches in their hands. Their voices, albeit in whispers and undertones, seemed to have been amplified by the relative tranquillity of the night and could therefore be heard quite clearly as they walked briskly towards the northern gate of the city.

"Don't you think, Harvin, that the sire is not being fair to us?"
One of the men, the taller one in fact, observed.

"I don't think so. Why do you ask?" the second man queried.

"Why, this man keeps his concubines in the tower always. . ." the first man, whose name was Miguel, complained.

"What about that?" Harvin asked bluntly while stealing a cursory glance at his colleague to see if he was really alright. How on earth did their boss' concubines concern them?

"You don't understand. He keeps his concubines in the guard tower but do not allow ours to even visit at all.'

Harvin's thin lips widened into a fat smile. "Now I see what you mean. Maria will do you a whole lot of good on a night like this. isn't it?"

"Exactly," Miguel replied with a twisted faced smile of his own.

"Have you asked him before?" Harvin asked, turning the conversation back to their boss.

"What?" Miguel seemed to have gotten lost in the transition.

"Permission to bring Maria over, silly," the other man rebuked.

"No, I haven't," Miguel answered truthfully. "I don't think I have the heart to do that. He will surely refuse."

"Ask him first," Harvin advised. "You never can tell if he would accept without asking."

"True," Miguel conceeded.

Presently, they arrived at their destination; the Northern city gate. The magnificiently sculpted northern gate was one of the four points of entry into Casville. It was always manned by four guards both day and night. Miguel, Harvin and two other guards were on the roll to guard the gate tonight.

"A good evening to you gentlemen," Farsell, one of the two other guards, greeted cheerily as his two colleagues entered the guard post.

"Evening Farsell," they greeted back.

"It is cold tonight," Lujan, the other guard, remarked, stating the obvious. "I do hope we won't have Vavires."

Vavires was the Casvillean word for those trading parties that often entered the city with their numerous sealed goods. It was the duty of the guards to check the contents of each package and ensure that no contraband is being brought into the city.

"Certainly not," Harvin opined. "Nobody in his right mind will be travelling under this inclement conditions. Besides . . ."

The remainder of Harvin's remark was drown by a distinctly close, combined sound of snapping branches, beating hooves and neighing horses.

The guards turned sharply in the direction of the sound and saw not an approaching trading party but two men dressed in peasant clothing, riding two dark horses swiftly towards them.

One of the riders caught more attention because of his rather odd dressing. In addition to his all black peasant garb, he had on a dark hood that half covered his face and then he bowed his head low as he rode so that the uncovered part of his face became totally obscured from the guards from distance.

The other rider was not much less spectacular. He was a huge man, a really huge man with a small shaven head and a fearsome
visage. No matter what angle you looked at him, you get the impression of a predator raring to pounce on its prey.

"Do you suppose they are bandits?" Miguel asked his colleagues, as he unsheathed his broadsword and assumed a fighting stance.

"I don't know what to think. We will discover who they are soon," Farsell replied.

In no time, the two riders arrived at the watch post of the guards and they were waved to a stop.

An impressive start to a master piece in the making. Keep it up Whitey.

OMA4U: Faculty of art or management?

No, I'm in faculty of Science.

Tovot: *shhhhhh* do you want everyone to know?

Larry knows already .

Tovot: smallie boy. hows your roomie?

Your crush is fine .

OMA4U: That's it! I have more to learn.

Are you a business student?

No. The course is a general one.

Tovot: chai chai chai! smallie! I will deal with you on the other side. I will not read any story of yours cos it will be so boring I ld sleep off. yes I was sleeping. mstchew.

*grins wolfishly*

I'll be gladly waiting .

OMA4U: Yes, but I'm a big time amateur. Still an avid learner

Term paper on what?

Lol. I believe everyone is learning. Only that some people have more to learn than others.

The term paper is on Business evaluation and some other business jargons like that.

OMA4U: Back on Nairaland before the weekend ends

And you?

My day's going smooth. I'm working on a term paper presentation.

Do you write?

Tovot: ohh, really? hows life at the medival ages?
my day is going great, lots of rain . didnt go to church. will go for evening service later in the day.

I won't tell you . You'll read about it when I start the story.
Somehow I knew you wouldn't go, that was why I asked. Lazy @*# .
What were you doing? Sleeping? .

OMA4U: some what? uhmmmm......

You know na .

How's the day going?

Tovot: smallie I am doing Great. we thank GOD. where have you been?

Oh, I actually travelled back in time to the medieval ages. I wanted to write a story about that time, so I went back to witness firsthand how life was then. I came back just yesterday .

How's the day going? How was the church service?

Hi Tovot . How are yew?

OMA4U: Catching cold...

Aww, sorry. Why don't you get yourself some *coughs*

OMA4U: Vantee20, long time. what's up with you?

Nothing much sir. You?

LarrySun: I'm doing great, buddy. Nice having you around.

Same here sir.