Choose your own assurance
The forest is deep, but it is neither dark nor silent. Even last night’s sounds and the glimmerings of moonlight spoke peace and not terror. You and your mule are more than halfway home, and the promise of feasting quickens your step.
You hear a hoofbeat and voices approaching. Moments later your king and his guard rein their horses before you.
- Complain about the violence inherent in the system? Go to page 42.
- Pause to wonder if you got everything in proper order when you swore fealty to him ten years before? Go to page 60.
- Whisk off your cap and look up, glad to see your lord and protector? Go to page 77.