ANDOR.
Patrick and I rode away from Albion in the next few hours. When every adult around me was scheming, it was nice to be around the innocence of a child. Patrick looked like he was having a good time, but I had other things on my mind.
I wanted Iris to be okay and in one piece when I went to get her. King Andrew was also to worry about; I didn't know how he would react to me asking for a spear passed down by his family. Also, he probably figured that I was responsible for burning half his sanctuary, which turned out to be a good thing because it met that he returned home.
This time, I wouldn't be Peter, the friendly Christian guy who saved his life; I would be the man who endangered his life and that of his family by exposing them to the plague.
I needed a way to gain his trust in two days, or everything would be lost.
"I'm hungry." Said, Patrick.
"Have you not eaten today?" I replied.
"No. I haven't had the chance." He answered.
