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Believe in Yourself

  The eggs were runny,

  the bacon was crispy, and the ale was refreshing. Despite having livestock and

  mass graves for the dead outside of Constre, the ones that remained managed to

  do pretty well for themselves. A communal breakfast was served outside of the

  tavern. The knights left before daybreak, on their way to the capitol.

  Before they

  left, Sir Theodun knocked on Os’ room and handed him a sealed letter.

  “It’s an

  official recommendation to train as a knight,” Theodun said. “Give this to any

  Lord in the land, Hell, even the King if you can get counsel with him. After

  that, your training will begin.” With that, he and the rest of his party left

  the tavern.

  Os’ headache was

  pounding but the food helped a little. He got a seat next to Drav and the

  stablehand that was at the entrance of town yesterday. The hand, his name was

  Willel, talked to Drav about the knights and how they barely paid him to feed

  their horses.

  “Bunch of

  pricks, I tell you,” Willel said through a mouth full of eggs. “Won’t even be

  enough to buy a carrot in the city.”

  Drav just nodded

  and ate. Os wasn’t in a talking mood due to the headache, but having a communal

  breakfast meant that the tavern was full of people. Rwo and Ena ran around,

  making sure everyone had a plate. Melic ate her food quickly and then tended to

  filling everyone’s ale.

  “How’s the ale,”

  she asked Os, filling his glass.

  “Good.

  Pumpkins?” Os could taste the fermented autumn squash. The ale was sweet

  almost, with a hint of barley.

  “Yes. Found an

  unattended patch when we arrived here. Huge pumpkins,” she refilled his and

  Drav’s ale. “I began fermenting them when we settled here. More ale, Willel?”

  He shook his

  head no, still rambling to Drav about the knights from yesterday. Drav seemed

  more interested in the horses that they had. His eyes shot up every time Willel

  even mentioned their horses.

  “When breakfast

  is done, my parents want to talk to us..” She trailed off at the end, obviously

  trying not to mention anything about the plan Rwo mentioned yesterday. “Try to

  wipe your shirt before then.”

  He looked down.

  His shirt was full of spilt ale and eggs. His cheeks flushed, and through the

  noise of tavern, he could swear he heard her giggle. As she walked off, Drav

  nudged him in the arm, looking over his shoulder, giving Os a wink.

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  Os tried not to

  roll his eyes. It was always the same when two people of the opposite sex shared

  a conversation. An overhearing elder always gave a knowing look to one of them,

  implying a growing love story. Os had a funny feeling that no matter what the

  outcome of the known world, this tradition would never be forgotten.

  It’s not that he

  didn’t find her beautiful, of course she was. But Os would forget her in a

  heartbeat if it meant he knew he could have just one more hit of Greay.

  He reached into

  his pocket and found one of the rock candies. This one was blue and tasted like

  a mixture of berries and lavender. His headache relieved almost instantly, and

  the food tasted even better than before. He watched Melic talk with another

  table across the tavern. Her brown dress seemed to meld into her skin, offering

  the illusion that she was nude. Now Os’ cheeks were flushing for another

  reason, so he had to look away.

  The tavern

  cleared out after an hour or so, the towns people continuing on through their

  day. The sound of nails and livestock filled the air outside the tavern which

  now only held Drav, Rwo, Ena, and Os.

  “You mentioned a

  plan yesterday?” Os was happy because there was just enough ale to all have

  another round. This time, Os could really taste the pumpkin. He wanted this

  drink all the time.

  “Yes,” Rwo said,

  reaching into his pocket. He pulled out a map. It was folded and unfolded so

  many times, the creases were in every direction. When he laid it out on the

  tavern bar, it took Os a second or so to realize that it was a map of the Heill

  Kingdom. “We’re going to set up base here, in this forest,” he pointed to a

  thrush of trees just south of the Purple City entrance, north of Thevs. “We

  have to backtrack a little bit, but we should aim to make it to the forest in a

  month or so. It’ll be enough time to gather resources and train."

  “Train?”

  Rwo smirked and

  tossled Os’ hair. Os didn’t like that but didn’t say anything. “We’re not going

  to send you into the heart of the enemy blind. I’ll teach you how to be a

  knight. Swordsmanship, chivalry guidelines, how to wear armor. The basics.”

  “I’ll be fine

  tuning Melic’s skills,” said Ena. “She’s an important part of our plan, too.

  And she’ll be your backup on the inside. Once she gets a handle on things, I’ll

  be teaching you archery. Drav will be teaching you horse riding and jousting.”

  “You guys

  are…really counting on me, aren’t you?” The reality of the situation finally

  sat on his shoulders. It was a lot. To basically be the face of an entire

  revolution. He could be found out, hanged, or worse – boiled in oil. “What if…

  What if I can’t do it?”

  “The door’s

  right there,” Rwo said. He pointed with the rolled up map. “You can leave at

  any time. We sought you out because your grandfather was a man that believed in

  our freedom. We believed his morals must have been passed down.”

  “We were right,”

  Ena said. “When those knights were here, what was stopping you from telling

  them where we were?”

  “I… Don’t know.”

  Truly, he hadn’t even thought of that. He might’ve been able to swindle a deal

  or money for the capture of fugitives.

  “You believe in

  our cause, whether you know it or not. Now it’s time to believe in yourself.”

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