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fine.” Ambrose places his hand over his shoulder. “I knew keeping this emblem on would come in handy. Well, I first asked if this ship is to sail to the land of Pacem. They said yes. I then showed him my armor, told him I was a solider of Fraudule, and we have business to attend to in Pacem. Followed by this, I told him he is to take us there, no questions asked. The last thing I said was to give us one of the finest rooms on the ship.” 
    “So what did he say when you said it like that, so demanding?” asks Gytha. 
    “Fraudule controls this dock. You would be a fool to deny a soldier.” Ambrose examines the ship as he stands next to the girls by the entrance. “Saying this leads me to ask you both if I have told you before about war not going to reach there or ever will.” 
    Aida nods. “You told me this before.”  
    “What is the reason for the war not reaching there, Ambrose? You never told me, or maybe I do not remember. He-he.” 
    “I will tell you, but first, you must know that the night before Everett’s men attacked us, I told your mother about Pacem. I told her about some people that owe me their lives. I saved them from a burning house.” 
    “That is right,” Aida agrees. 
    “Yes.” The girls follow as Ambrose walks to the middle of the deck to have a better view of the ship. “I feel more comfortable around you two to say that the fire was by me.” Ambrose makes sure he is at a far enough distance from any of the sailors to hear his voice. “They were royalty, and the king thought of them as a future threat. The mission was so small I was sent alone. I snuck up to their farm undetected. This was easy on my part because they have no guards at their farm. Everyone’s neighbor is considered to be the guard of one another, even royalty. This place has little to no violence. After I found myself next to their house, I barricaded them unknowing. There was no escape. After this, I set the farm on fire.” 
    “You were so evil.” Gytha covers her mouth. 
    “I know. I still show a lot of evil, but like I said before, you two are changing me each day.” Ambrose smiles. 
    Gytha closes her eyes with cockiness. “Yeah, we are pretty good people.” 
    “Ha-ha! Well, back to the story. Back to when I caught the farm on fire, I did not know the feeling or where it came from, but I started to fill with guilt. I ran back into the fire to release them. I took them both out of the flames, and before they could see who I was and what I was wearing, they told me they owed me their lives. Before they could take it back, I told them that I will be back with a favor one day. We then made the deal. Back then, the guilt was an emotion I could not understand—but now I know. It was my mother trying to get ahold of me. I know this now because of you, Aida.” Ambrose looks into her eyes and smiles from comfort. “Anyways, missions went by, and I kept on doing such things—trying to stay away from doing harsh deeds, not showing the king. I did this until thoughts of my mother consumed me. The day I left, I found your husband.” Ambrose looks away from them both and bows his head. 
    “This is where the letter came from,” Gytha says the obvious. 
    “Yes, but I still do not understand why the king thought of them to be a threat. The land is so small their army would never stand a chance.” Ambrose looks back at the girls with a muddled look. “I knew once I said the only two royalty are dead, King Oswald will never look there again.” Ambrose locates the place to put the horses. “I told the king I was successful. Ever since then, the king has never turned his view to this place.” He grasps the horse’s leashes tight and starts to walk in that direction with the girls following. 
    Aida rolls her eyes. “I guess that makes sense why they owe you their lives.” 
    Gytha, distracted, watches the sailors toughing ropes to set the sails and yell that they are taking off. “That king sounds