Prelude "Behold, the saviors of our kingdom!" A thunder of applause ripped through the cerulean sky, banging against the gates of heaven as the men and women and children of Aryaedn crowded below the wooden platform, cheering and throwing flowers even as the kings' guards prodded them back. A small child, hair matted and dirty …
"over the hills and far away"
The-Bleu-Bivouac 