"The House of Blaroch should find it uproariously funny to find me here, wallowing in the muck, should they come riding this way." The youngest prince of the House of Karnin tried to free his foot from the mud swallowing his leather riding boot without removing only his stockinged foot. Meanwhile, his squire tried not to cry.
Prince Karn saw the fear gripping his squire. "Here, Marro, give me a hand, would you? The horses won't run away, now they've found some nibbles." It was the high-strung horse Karn shouldn't have ridden so fast in unfamiliar territory that had given him this trouble to start. Marro dutifully lent Karn his arm, bracing as best as his skinny legs would let him on the driest patch of ground nearby.
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