Re: Part 62a - All roads lead to Amber
"Whether or not the roads are opened varies from day to day, just lately. And depends on who asked, and where they were when they asked." the man replies, with a completely deadpan expression.
"This way."
With a gesture, he shows that Morgan should move off the trail, heading away into denser forest, very old growth, by the looks of it. A short distance from the trail Morgan had been following, they push through what a wall of dense undergrowth, and Morgan finds that the ground drops steeply into a ditch, a clear road, like a sort of tunnel with a roof of leaves. Dim greenish light filters through that roof.
The guide indicates that Morgan should turn to follow the hidden route, and progress is quicker.
Once, from nearby, comes the bellowing roar of something large, and the man raises a hand to call for a halt. After a little while, when the noise is repeated further away, he seems to relax, "As I said, things have grown dangerous. That one is moving away though."
An hour later, Morgan finds himself exiting the concealed path, and entering a campground, where ten, or so, tents stand in a clearing. One of them is larger than the others.
There are a lot of troops about, at least a hundred in view at any one time, not including the ones who have escorted Morgan here, and there is a constant flow of traffic in and out of the area. And yet the camp is eerily quiet. Most of the troops seem to regard the panthers with interest, rather than concern.
In the centre of it all, in front of the larger tent, a man in white armour stands, in deep conversation with several others, as they study a map laid out on the table before them.
Morgan's guide asks him to wait, and moves across to report to the white-armoured man, who lifts his head to look straight at Morgan. Blue eyes look out of a face framed by long dark hair. Then he speaks quietly to the others around the map, who bow, and move away.
The guide returns. "The Prince wishes to speak to you now."
And so it is that Morgan finds himself presented to Prince Julian of Amber... a man widely regarded with awe and reverence in Morgan's homeland.
"My scouts inform me that you brought an army, of sorts, into Arden, but you claim to be here by invitation. As master of these woods, I'm curious... Who are you, and who issued the invitation?"