Go back to your spot. We will move on to the camp."
Just then he seemed to notice the stranger standing behind his mistress. He nodded and went back to his hiding place.
A short while later, they came out of the trees. They had reached a field bordered by forest, but on the far side a four-man-high cliff loomed. Marvin counted ten small tents and one big tone. Even with the four shacks, which leaned against the cliff, they weren’t nearly enough to harbor all the people that filled the place.
Larissa walked to the big tent so he followed her.
"Where do all these people live?" Marvin asked, walking next to her.
‘What?"
"There are too many people and too few tents. Where do they sleep?"
"In the mine," she pointed to the cliff. "It has run out of ore more than a hundred years ago. No one knows of its existence."
The big tent apparently functioned as a mess hall. A man leaned over the table, his back to Larissa and Marvin. He was surrounded by a small group of people who were listening to what he had to say.
Upon their entering a woman looked over the man's shoulder.
"Robert ,"she interrupted and nodded to the entrance of the tent. He turned around and his face bore a mixture of concern and irritation. However when he saw who was standing there, only relief was shown.
"My love," he exclaimed and with three long strides he held her in his arms. "I was so worried."
He grabbed her face and kissed her deeply.
"John! John!" A brown haired woman came into the tent. "Larissa I heard you were back. We have all been so worried. Where is my John?"
Larissa turned around and her face saddened.
"I’m sorry, Marta. There was a second party. They took us by surprise, they killed…"
"No, not my John," Marta cried, her expression changed to shock and the to anger.
"You said you would watch over him, watch over them all," she accused with tears streaming over her cheeks. "Why do you live?" she shouted.
She took a knife from her belt and stepped forward. The crowd in the tent was frozen in surprise, except for Marvin, He grabbed the woman’s shoulders then he pulled her into his embrace. The knife fell out of her limp hand and Marta started to cry against Marvin’s chest.
Robert just then noticed the stranger standing in his tent.
"Who are you?"he asked, then he turned to Larissa. "Who is he?"
"I’m Marvin," he said.
"This is Marvin," she said at the same time. The she elaborated
"Had he not rescued me, I would be dead by now."
"Marvin it is a honor to meet you. I’m Robert, heir to Bramen."
Two women came and took Marta from Marvin’s arms. They guided the crying mess out of the tent.
Thus freed, Marvin bowed.
"The honor is all mine, my Lord." he said, his lips parted in a smile.
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