| “I am Garion Bowsong, a Tn’Namen bowmaster.” He replied.
“Who are you?” Garion inquired.
“My name is Telarion Fleetflame. I am half-elven, as you see.”
“Why are you named Fleetflame?”
“Why do they call you Bowsong?”
“Touché,”
”Indeed, my friend.”
“In truth,” Garion began. “I am called Bowsong because it is the last thing my target hears, ever. My bow is the sound of my enemy’s death.”
In the Royal Palace, Queen Julia sat alone on the throne, thinking.
“All has been peaceful recently, why? It was never this calm in my father’s time, nor his father’s, or even his father-in-law’s.”
Julia’s father had been Flamesmite Gamron.
Her grandfather was Sergon, or Matthias Gamron.
And her great-grandfather through her grandmother was High King Alastor.
Seamus sat brooding. He was unhappy. Despite his pleas, Greyblade refused to heed him. Things looked dark, and volatile.
“Greyblade, I cannot see why you are so intent on going forward with this.
During the time you and your refugees have spent in the fortress, you seemed content. Now you are hostile, and cold. Why is that?”
“Like it or not, Seamus, stop being my father. He died a long time ago.”
“Of course…I remember now. Your father was the chief advisor of King Jonathan, he was to keep watch over the Bloodfang, sword of the Crimson Warlord; but your father could not resist its call. That same blade drove him to his death, did it not? In an uprising, he led an assault on the castle. He struck down the King. An angry mob retaliated, burning him. Now the sword has fallen to you.”
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