Your faithful steed; Durandal. Tall and completely black, she was bred for speed and courage. Raised by your own hand, she can move silently in the darkness and run faster than any other horse the kingdoms have ever known.
You mount up and slip away unseen. Old habits die hard.
Two days journey and you can see your home on the horizon. Or at least, you can see the mountain upon which your house is built and hidden. Following treacherous and secret paths you make your way through the bamboo forest and eventually come across the cave entrance. A little ways in and you dismount before being greeted by your manservant.
“My Lord, welcome home. Dinner is freshly made and there is a warm bath ready if you desire it. Or is there something else you wish?”
You look up and in the muted light from the hole in the cave roof you can see the complex arrangement of wooden housing and stone walls that you call home.
“It’s good to be back.”
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