Cuor heard the troops of the Wild King rally together in uncouth shouts. Again a great party was divided. Cuor snuck his head around a tent to see what the King had to say.
'This time we know what their weakness is!
We shall hit them where they will not be able to recover! On both fronts!!!'
The soldiers cheered and yelled in their foul tongue, and after more verbal lashings of the people of Swan Wood, the King let them off to prepare themselves.
Cuor then slinked in through the tent flaps to talk with the King. 'Ah, my little poiny eared spy! Welcome!' Cuor presented himself, marvelling at the Kings good mood.
'I came to ask of Swan Wood...and its inhabitants...' 'Aye, ye be a bold one! Yes, we shall not hurt her. You shall come with us and take her yourself' Cuor bowed and stepped out. 'Oh! But ye must also make sure ye get Gita back safely too! I do no' want my two best spies to be lost!'
Cuor left with a darker look on his face 'I do not trust that wench! She will try to ruin my plans!!' And he stalked off to brood on it more...
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