Arthur hated watching his father yell at Samuel, but he dared not interject. After his blunder with Sandrina, Arthur would make to more mistakes, or his fathers love would be as far away as Melkor from the Secret Fire. Leaving the estate was hard for Arthur as well, but, for now, he would ride it out. But if the mercinaries failed and their land was lost, Arthur didn't know what he would do. Even though it shouldn't have been their land, Arthur felt no remorse to it all. To him, it had always been theirs, and Henry had been keeping them from destiny.
As Samuel pased out of sight, it was just Harold and Arthur riding into the horizon. Looking around, and seeing nothing, Arthur couldn't help but ask, "Father, where are we going? Not to Edoras? That's too far. And how will we know when the men we hired have done their job? What if it's too late? If Sandrina and Henry come back and seize out lands, they will be able to find some precious information. We shouldn't linger long. Where are we going?"
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