Chapter 7

It was now night in the village of Garhkor. Myrthia Sweetwater was back in her own apartment sleeping in her own bed. Knock, knock, the sound of heavy gauntlets knocking on the door echoed in the night. Myrthia woke up and she could feel the spirit of the stranger outside her door. She did not know if she should be afraid of that man or if he could be the savour of her beloved country. However if that stranger wanted to come in then the door would probably not stop him so Myrthia hurried to unlock the door. The door swung open and the stranger from last evening was standing there looking at Myrthia and then he said with his strong voice.

-We must leave, now.

-Oh no, I don't even know who you are so I am not going to go anywhere with you in the middle of the night.

-I said, we leave now.

-No no no, you come back in the morning and then we can talk.

-We leave now, or there will be no morning for you.

-Are you threatening me? First you cut some heads in the bar and then you come threatening me in the night. Have you no manners.

-No my lady I am not the one who is threatening you, but I can feel that Domarco is coming and he is moving fast. You have five minutes to get dressed and then you will come with me.

-Five minutes? it will take me at least two hours to get ready even if I would decide to go with you.

-Four minutes left. I will wait outside the door.

Not knowing what else to do, Myrthia quickly changed from her nightgown to some more practical clothes for an escape in the night. She even packed a few of her things in a small bag and a few minutes later she was ready to go.

The silhouette of a man in a leather hood and a woman walking close by left the village of Garhkor. When the next morning would arrive it would appear as they had disappeared and nobody in the village would know anything about where they could be found.