The Sword and the Sorcerer Page #2

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Talon!

[Narrator]

Then, just days before

the 11th anniversary...

of cromwell's victory

over king richard,

a band of mercenaries arrived

on the outskirts...

of ehdan.

[Man]

Why do we stop here, general?

I have a debt to pay.

But, sir, king lonbosha

is waiting for us at maladon.

He can wait.

[Talon]

Relax, darius.

[Darius]

I hope this isn't a mistake,

general.

Lonbosha might lose his kingdom

while we're here.

[Talon]

Then we'll win it back.

[All yelling]

[Hisses]

Out of my way, witch.

I've been summoned.

I carry a message

crucial to the final conflict.

[Growling]

I implore you

to pardon this intrusion,

lord and master.

Speak, dog.

Arrangements have been made

to crush prince mikah's

rebellion...

and to deliver alana

to cromwell for marriage.

For eight years,

i have been submerged

in the black sleep...

to heal the wounds

of cromwell's treachery.

After i slept,

i conjured.

And now i shall conquer.

In two days' time,

with the rising

of the seventh moon,

cromwell's power,

cromwell's bride...

and cromwell's flesh

shall be mine!

What do you want?

Your generals have gathered

in the war room.

They await instructions

on plans for the final conflict.

You handle it.

But, sire,

it is imperative...

it is imperative that

you obey my orders,

if you wish to live.

Yes, my lord.

Tell cromwell not to worry.

With him leading us,

we will crush the rebellion

and capture princess alana,

unless your information

about the rebels proves false,

count machelli.

[Chattering]

Take these orders,

and return to your men, rodrigo.

I will send word

as to when our rebellion begins.

Yes, prince mikah.

No animals allowed in here.

Hush, dog. Quiet.

[Chuckles]

You look like a thirsty lot.

Bring us a bucket.

A bucket, yes.

[Chuckles]

If you warriors

are looking for work,

you've come to the right place.

Why is that?

The people in ehdan

are about to rebel.

What kind of

an animal are you?

I can't quite tell.

Here, you've had

too much to drink.

Move on!

[Groaning]

Go on.

[Chuckling nervously]

As i was sayin'.

There are two bidders

for your swords:

King cromwell,

the usurper;

lord mikah,

the last legitimate heir

to the throne.

What legitimate heir?

[Innkeeper]

Mikah's father was

king richard's closest advisor.

The people believe

him and his sister to be

the rightful heirs.

[Gasps]

All is set, mikah.

Proceed as planned tomorrow.

Excellent, count.

Tomorrow the throne of ehdan

shall belong to you,

its legitimate heir.

It's ironic that

the people of ehdan should...

owe their freedom

to cromwell's war chancellor.

They will owe

me nothing, my friend.

Justice is its own reward.

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