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By now, Noire would have made out some of the other mens' names. Marcus, Dedric, Arslan and Gillian to name a few. They had all mutually decided that the odd girl was alright in their book and wondered what Randulfus would do with her. That was, until they approached the castle. It was back to business and the men straightened up.
The man named Gillian stepped off of his horse and stood in front of the gates. He took in a deep breath and cupped his hands around his mouth. "preeesenting the return of Prince Sir Randulfus of Garza!" Whatever else Gillian commanded from the guardsmen went on deaf ears. They knew the drill. The man stepped back and let the guards drop the drawbridge.
Randulfus hid his smile and rode in, leading his men and Noire inside and down the streets. On each side people were gathered. Some cheered while others exclaimed and pointed excitedly at the dragon tooth Randulfus had proudly hanging from his waist on a leather strap. "Yes, I quite think the king has meant to punish me." He called back jokingly, glancing back to see some of his men snickering and smiling at Noire. It was a pile of fun at her, but not intended to be mean.
They rode on until they reached the inner castle—a palace surrounded by stables. They dismounted and went inside. Randulfus slowed to step in line with Noire. "I must have an audience with the king, but first I will situate you in a room."
The man named Gillian stepped off of his horse and stood in front of the gates. He took in a deep breath and cupped his hands around his mouth. "preeesenting the return of Prince Sir Randulfus of Garza!" Whatever else Gillian commanded from the guardsmen went on deaf ears. They knew the drill. The man stepped back and let the guards drop the drawbridge.
Randulfus hid his smile and rode in, leading his men and Noire inside and down the streets. On each side people were gathered. Some cheered while others exclaimed and pointed excitedly at the dragon tooth Randulfus had proudly hanging from his waist on a leather strap. "Yes, I quite think the king has meant to punish me." He called back jokingly, glancing back to see some of his men snickering and smiling at Noire. It was a pile of fun at her, but not intended to be mean.
They rode on until they reached the inner castle—a palace surrounded by stables. They dismounted and went inside. Randulfus slowed to step in line with Noire. "I must have an audience with the king, but first I will situate you in a room."