. . . All around the magnificent and abnormal creature, the light trilling of the morrow-birds was beginning to rise with the break of dawn. At times, the stillness was broken only by the distant cry of goshawk in the glory of the hunt within forenoon hours, the lonely halloing of a Mourning Dove, or the instantaneous splitting flurry of a pheasant as it broke security and erupted into the brightening gloom. But everyday sounds like this did not frighten such an experienced animal. The bastard's body might tense to revert the sudden compulsion of the noise, but he went on feeding upon the fresh meadow. A newcomer or a child, or even an olden-one might have been unnerved by these sounds. But not a beast that had spent so many years traveling. Not the veteran of measureless wars who had unceasingly breached them conquerable. Not a hart whose sight, smell, and sense had supported him dearly throughout the harsh voyages that had led him back into this paradisaical land so he could create what had once been four years ago. Not Adelais, the Twentieth King of the Kingdom of Sireap Aripi, Coeur de Nobleheart, the Avenclatheus.

Not the bastard, the out-cross, the eccentric and anomalous creature who so many had come to ask, " ' What ARE you? ' "

The King had come upon request; a certain offering or otherwise polite, curious asking of a bonding between these two forces -- of his Kingdom that had ruled of twenty years in truth, one that had claimed a historic and wealthy Yore of expensiveness, and of this other Horde that he had so come to stumble upon one of his secondary's dwellings. So the twentieth lord had bounded many a rock and many a trail, much of a mile and river and so forth and ec-cetera to presume such an arrival within this new-found and alien realm which had seemed to be somewhat in comparison to his own in some odd yet recognitioning way.

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