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8/11/2013

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Gonath returned to his cottage instantly excited and left  the brothers alone to solve their petty disagreement. 
Traditionally, the tournament was scheduled to be held two weeks from the  end of the Frost, which was still months away.  Regardless, the Tournament always  brought excitement when it came to the small town located just South of the  abbey.  Gonath wasted no time and  finished dressing on his way to town.   At seventeen, his life at the abbey had grown stale.   He had no desire to devote his life to living in the woods as a monk and though he was never expected to join the cloister of religious men, he always  carried the sense of indebtedness to the men who saved his life and virtually  raised him without hesitation.  

Over the years, while living at the abbey, he felt the world pass him by  like the clouds that dashed across the open sky and wanted to live the  experiences he could only dream about between studies and routine  responsibilities.  This is the year  of change, he thought, and planned to compete in the Tournament.  However, the likelihood of him besting any of the qualified men was  laughable, but he felt there was no harm in trying.  Besides, he thought, what was there to lose?   There was plenty to gain, maybe even a place among the ranks of the  King's Army.  What better place for
adventure?

          
Each morning the village was normally full of life.   However, word of the Tournament spread fast and the preparation of  countless festivities were well underway.   The goods and food for sale brought with them a variety of people from
the neighboring villages and in some cases neighboring countries, and the  streets were unusually swollen with visitors.  Even the seams of the town itself were  tested as merchants from all over the province were strewn about the  streets.  There was even rumor that  the reclusive band from Narcania was seen lurking among the shadows in
  town.  Trader's voices barked and  bellowed down the staggered line of tents as they sold their goods.   The smell of cured game roasting over open flame wove its way in and out  of the various tents that packed the street like a flock of
sheep.

             
Gonath was both thrilled and apprehensive with the gathering of so many  people in the small town.  He  suddenly scolded himself for being so naive to think only a handful of  spectators and prospective recruits would be attending the trials.   Gonath dodged carefree pedestrians, stray animals and loose children as  he made his way into the heart of Cantlow.  He was amazed at the transformation of  what he considered a modest town.  Although the farthest he ever traveled from the abbey was Cantlow, he  figured this was how a big city would be.   The familiar buildings were covered with bright banners that whipped  through air like tethered rainbows.   Music that mimicked talking birds tugged the senses and came, what  seemed, from every direction.  Gonath was tempted to stop and join the frolic but reminded himself that  there would be time enough later, once he placed his name on the list of  prospective soldiers.

           
Just on the opposite side of town, a clearing was set aside to  accommodate the large number of men intending to compete in the Tournament.  Gonath felt a shift in the atmosphere  as he neared the assortment of men. 
The music was gone and there were no children underfoot.   In their absence were hundreds of men bearing weapons of every sort.  He had only read about the curved  blades carried by the Far Southerners and wondered at their savagery.  There was also a seriousness that  Gonath did not recognize.  The  feeling made his palms moist and quickened his heart with something attached to  fear.  This was not the Tournament  he had visited in the past.  The  people here were hardened fighters.   The young, anxious men he expected to see were not a part of this  brooding crowd.  An upsurge of wind  threw dirt in the air.  Gonath  choked on the grime that coated his mouth.  He knew he had no place among these
men.
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