3 - Like Father, Unlike Son

Meanwhile, near the other kingdom, the king, Oucride IV, marched his way through the woods along his army. Close to him, within the soldiers, was his son and heir, the young atheling Oucride V.

—Who was the domkop that decided to leave without a plot?— Complained the king.

—You, dad— answered the prince. —You were the one who said "oh, we don't need a plot - everyone knows the way to Minlougoùs". Why are we even doing this?

—Why, for wolder!, erdly. For what else would it be?

—Wolder of what? A mean kingdom with only half of the same size and might as ours?

—Don't be such a gowk, son. If we overwin that kingdom, we'll have the best shooters in the world on our hands.

—Father...— he says as he takes a very deep sigh. —You know what? Fine... It shouldn't take much until we find our way.

Chapter 2