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Chapter Four
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At noon the following day, after spending a painful night in the open, the landscape turned from hills to forest again. After an hour of riding, they came to a fork in the road. Jonathan selected the eastern fork and they soon broke out of the forest and into sight of Lioper. Rowan’s jaw dropped. Clomulous had seemed big, but if it was big than Lioper was massive. They were facing the city’s eastern wall, and it seemed to stretch for miles in both eastern and western directions. Two immense spires rose in the middle of the wall, framing an enormous gate. A string of small people could be seen entering and leaving the city. Armed guards manned the gate, checking on incoming visitors’ business and wishing those departing a good day and safe travels. Jonathan grinned, “We made it. Beautiful, huh?”
Rowan did*’t speak, but his silence said volumes about his opinion.
The line at the gate wasn’t very long, but it still took a few minutes for each inbound person to be questioned and admitted. When it was their turn at last, the spear-wielding guard looked critically at Jonathan and his shabby horse, then at Rowan and his much nicer steed. “Your names and trades, please?”
Jonathan cleared his throat nervously, “I am Jonathan, a merchant, and this is Rowan, my employee.”
Rowan groaned inwardly. There was that title again.
The guard snapped his fingers at his comrade and the other man moved forward. “Step off of your wagon, please.”
Jonathan did as he was asked and the guard searched through his merchandise, rummaging through the assorted junk near the back and lifting bags of food in the front. Rowan thought he saw a trickle of sweat course down Jonathan’s cheek as the guard checked the front. If the guards found a smuggler’s compartment in the wagon, chances were that they would take the owner into custody, regardless if it was being used for illegal goods or just fancy food and drink.
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