The two travelers went on their way enjoying the light
breeze and the sunshine where the trees parted enough to allow the light to
shine through. The path was soft and free of stones. Luther watched his
companion as Tolwen lead the way for a time, Tolwen was a contradiction within
him self, Tolwen spoke of worldly travels yet he seemed more like a child.
Luther displaced the thought for he felt it was the unfairness to judge a man
he hardly knew.
Both travelers were startled by a sudden movement in the trees;
three men appeared from the shadows. Each man had a sword drawn and pointed at
the two travelers. Luther and Tolwen reached for their swords but were meant
with points of swords inches from their faces.
One man said, “Steady gentlemen all we want is your gold and
coin.”
Luther responded, “You’ll find neither here thief.”
Tolwen, said, “Be off we are just poor travelers.”
The man touched Luther’s robe, “These are fine garments for
poor travelers.”
Luther said, “You heard my friend, you have picked the wrong
travelers to rob. We have nothing of value to the likes of you. ”I’ll be the
judge of that, empty your pockets and bags, but first draw your swords slowly
and carefully and drop them to the ground.”
