and how she had come to such a sorry state.
âWhere will you go now?â he asked.
She looked at him somewhat perplexed. âAway â¦Â away from here â¦Â away from everyone!â
âWhat will you do?â
âWhy do you care?â she asked angrily.
Gavinaugh looked at her gnarled, matted hair and dirty, bruised face. Her upper lip was swollen and cracked. Dried blood filled the crevice made by a recent strike. âBecause I have learned from the Prince that every soul in the kingdom needs compassion â¦Â even a slave girl who hates the world.â
Keanna stopped chewing, and for one brief moment Gavinaugh saw the harsh lines of anger on her face recede.
âLet me help you. There is an inn right here where I will be staying. I will arrange for a bath, clothes, and food for you. If you choose to leave, I wonât stand in your way.â
Keannaâs eyes narrowed as if to question Gavinaughâs sincerity. Something connected in her thoughts, and she slowly nodded her head in agreement. He waited for her to finish the bread and then took her to the front of the inn. As they passed by Triumph, he nickered and went to Keanna. She stopped and stroked his neck. The horse nudged her affectionately.
âI think he likes you,â Gavinaugh said.
Keanna didnât reply. She leaned on the horse and rested her head against his muscular neck. Triumph responded gently and allowed her to take comfort from him.
In the inn, Gavinaugh made arrangements with the innkeeper and his wife. They seemed fair and kind, although they were somewhat cautious regarding Keanna.
âOnce she is fed and clean, give her a room with a soft bed to sleep in. Here is payment through tonight,â he said. They accepted his money, and he left to find Weston and the other men.
Back at Turnerâs shop, the four men listened anxiously to Gavinaugh as he told them of the story of the Prince. There was a yearning in their hearts that was evident by the sparkle in their eyes. In this dark corner of the kingdom, Gavinaugh and Weston found men of hope and courage who longed for the truth that would transcend the despairing pit of commonality. He told them of the past and of the future and also of the silent raging battle between the forces of the Prince and of Lucius.
âWhat you tell us is glorious to hear. What must we do?â Reed asked.
âSimply believe, tell others, and prepare. You must train for battle against the Dark Knight and his Shadow Warriors,â Gavinaugh replied.
âBut we know nothing of warfare,â Turner said.
âWe will train you to become Knights of the Prince. In our absence you must continue what we have taught you and increase in your knowledge and skill with the sword,â Gavinaugh said. âSuch a choice may cost you everything, but the freedom and joy you will gain in your service to the King and the Prince will be more precious than gold. Are you willing?â
âWe are,â they replied in unison.
Gavinaugh knighted the four men, and the haven at Santiok was begun.
By the dayâs end, the passion of these four men to learn the art of the sword and to live by the Code was invigorating. They determined to meet each day to continue training.
âWhat of the slave girl?â Aldrich asked Gavinaugh.
âShe is at the inn. I arranged for food, clothing, and a room to sleep in tonight,â he said.
âIâd be surprised if she is still there in the morning.â
âWhy do you say that?â Gavinaugh asked.
âBecause from what I have heard, she has tried to either run away from or injure every master sheâs ever had,â Aldrich replied.
âI am not her master, and she is free to leave at any time,â Gavinaugh said.
Weston and Gavinaugh returned to the inn for the evening meal. Gavinaugh knocked on Keannaâs door, but there was no response. âOur supper is prepared if you would like