"So we must leave soon?" asked Niamh.
"Yes, tomorrow."
"But, surely, this is the Shire it is so peaceful, they would not come here."
"They would and they will, you dont want another confrontation like the last time do you?"
Niamh remembered, 10 riders had been chasing them. So fast were their steeds, but Roman was faster, even though he bore two. Niamh had slain 5 with the deadly shots from her bow, and 3 Mylasia killed with her sword when they were too close. The other 2 they had lost while travelling across the Barrow Downs, thats what Mylaisa had called them. That was nigh on 2 weeks ago. But it was not the first attack, there had been may before. And if Mylasia was right more to come.
"No", said Niamh finally,"No I dont. One more night then we may leave."
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