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And He Will Follow

Out of the courtyard and into the village the prince followed the bird as it flew from perch to perch. Taking back alleys, paths and hopping through streams it lead him out of the village, beyond the city wall.

“Is it close?” the prince asked. The bird stopped and looked at him quizzically.

We will be there before daybreak the bird replied and flapped to a nearby perch in a bush. Come, we must hurry!

The prince swallowed and continued jogging after the bird. “I hope this is worth it.” the prince smiled as he continued to chase the bird.

“My brothers never did anything like this!” He thought to himself happily. “Father and mother will be so surprised, they may even let me learn to joust.” He laughed, engrossed in his fantasy.

Little did he know that someone in his family had in fact done something similar. Not his brothers, but his father.

It would turn out different for the young prince than for the old lord, though. Though many are called, few are chosen. But the boy knew none of this yet.

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