It worked well. Gregoric begrudgingly agreed that an escort would ruin the trap, and that a trap was needed. Your double was prepared. The Bishop even gave his blessing on the whole affair, after a small donation to the most worthy works of the church, of course. You shaved your beard, to help keep anyone from recognizing you. And on the 23rd of May, you ready your horse and packed your bags. You would make your way to the continent. Once outside the boarders of your own lands you begin your “holy pilgrimage.” The false king had left that very morning. It was a great affair. Now it was the dead of night and you were saddling a horse, Nanfeer by name, by candle light. When you heard footsteps in the distant dark.
You hasten to your saddle and bags searching for your sword. With the blade firmly in your grip, you bring the light to seek out this stalking shade. “Who are you specter!” you call peering into the darkness.
“The sister of a Kingly Ass!” Laura asserts as she steps into the light.
“Laura, what are you doing?” You ask, exasperated.
“I decided to come with you.”
“What, go back, you will ruin your own plan.”
She shook her head. “You said it yourself, I know what to do to not get caught. I shall go with you and be sure to stop you from doing anything that might give yourself away.”
“And what will they do when you disappear?” You demand.
“Nothing, I already told Mother, the consul, and the guard, that the king of Ireland has invited me to spend the summer in his castle.”
“Laura, there is no king of Ireland.” You point out.
“Yeah, but none of them knew that,” she smiled impishly.
“You are not coming.”
“Well, I have to go somewhere they already think I left,” she said lift her bags. “and I already packed.”
You sigh seeing there was no reasoning with her at this point. “Don’t slow me down.” Laura had her horse, Eldwend saddled loaded and mounted before you were half done.
“You are not going to slow me down Little Brother, now are you.” She had a smile you could hit.
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