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Erathor's return home was not as joyous as it should have been, for something was troubling him. After leaving Arondor he'd ridden straight home with his Loresii soldiers and Allaeus, but as they approached Sarenhold they'd had to take a longer route back. A large patrol of Galainir's soldiers where scouting the area, searching for the missing Allaeus and the man who'd rescued him from the depths of prison. This concerned Erathor greatly, for he knew they'd soon arrive at his home and would stop at nothing to take he and Allaeus captive.
This was all in Erathor's mind as he rode into Sarenhold, but it was put aside as Eleanor, his beautiful wife, ran towards him. They embraced lovingly. It was too long since they'd seen each other, much too long.
"I've missed you, Erathor!" Eleanor exclaimed.
"And I have missed you." Erathor gazed into her eyes for a lingering moment.
"What's wrong, Erathor?" Eleanor looked up at her husband in concern, noticing a flicker of worry in his face.
"Is your father here?" Eleanor nodded. Her father had come to live in Sarenhold since passing on his lordship duties to his son.
"He is, but I don't see why that matters."
"You'll see soon enough, Eleanor. We must meet together in private, in the Map Room." Erathor turned to a servant.
"Send for Dormyn Sadurel and Sir Allaeus. Tell them to meet me in the Map Room on urgent business." The servant bowed and hurried away.
The three people in the Map Room with Erathor listened with bated breath as he recounted his tale to them. Allaeus had heard it many times before, but there was no problem with hearing it again. He had, of course, been with his lord as they made their daring escape from Galainir’s dungeons.
“You did well, Erathor,” said Dormyn proudly. “I’ve had many adventures in my time, but yours equal some of the worst.” Erathor smiled, but he soon looked concerned again.
“There is something else I must tell you. I have noticed, and heard, many things on my travels, and some of them are quite disturbing. There has been talk amongst some of Galainir’s men of the man who broke Allaeus, the Loresii knight, out of prison. When I have secretly overheard them they have mentioned a man in Loresii riding over much of Roawia, vanquishing much evil as he goes. I fear spies have seen my recent actions and have led the soldiers here. We saw them only a day ago, interrogating villagers. They will soon be at Sarenhold’s gate, and that is why I must leave.”
"You can't leave," said Eleanor softly, "not so soon."
"But I must. Those soldiers will stop at nothing to take me captive, and Allaeus too."
"I'll come with you, Erathor," Allaeus said. "A couple of Lion-Born sould accompany us too."
"Only a couple," Dormyn put in. His preciously white hair had been recently shaved. "We'll need most of them here if the soldiers break in." Erathor nodded, then looked at his wife's anxious face.
"You'll be fine," he told her, and I'll come back. I can promise you that."