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Finally, they reached the palace, an opulent structure adorned with gold and jewels. The guards at the entrance did not recognize Victory and his young companion as archers from this city.
"Orders from King Fadamier," spoke a dark-haired man with a full beard. "No knight, archer, or servant is allowed in without proper documentation."
Victory laughed as he swung down from his horse. "That sounds memorized," he replied. "Well, here," he said, handing him a paper.
The man took the paper and nodded towards Lomer. Lomer reached into his satchel and took out a paper as well.
The guard inspected the papers carefully, verifying their authenticity. "Ah, so you are the youngest son of General Hondo, Victory. Well, now I know your reason for coming here."
Victory nodded, relieved that their true identities had been recognized. "Yes, that is correct," he replied respectfully. "My father, General Hondo, my brother Lender, wrote to me, telling me that Hondo is dying."
"Yes, yes, that is true," said the dark-haired man. "But first, the two of you need to follow me."
Victory and Lomer looked at each other and followed him. They moved under the gateway and made a sudden right-hand turn, following him up some steps built into the side of the palace wall.
Victory suddenly knew where they were going as they reached the top. The man shouted, "Victor, Victor! Someone of great importance to you is here."
They waited for a minute or two until a tall figure approached them. It was none other than Victor, the gate lord. Victor hesitated for a moment, then he embraced Victory, a mix of surprise and emotion evident on his face.
"It has been a long time, to be exact. I haven't seen you, brother, since you were injured," Victor said, his voice filled with a mix of concern and joy.
And Victory said as if not at all Seeming interested, Lender wrote me he said.
Victor's face turned serious, realizing the weight of the situation. "Lender wrote to you about our father's condition?" he asked, his voice tinged with worry.
Victory nodded. "Yes, Lender informed me of father's declining health. It's why we've come here, to the palace.
Victor looked around then said I will bring you to him. But on condition that you stop calling Lender , Lender and call him Hender, like always.
Victory nodded, understanding the request. "Of course, Victor. Hender it is, just like old times," he replied with a faint smile.
Victor led Victory and Lomer through the grand corridors of the palace, their footsteps echoing against the marble floors. The opulence of the surroundings did not distract Victory from the weight of his purpose. He knew time was of the essence, and he yearned to see his father once more.
Finally, they arrived at a large, intricately decorated door. Victor paused for a moment, then opened it to reveal a dimly lit chamber. In the center of the room, lying on a majestic bed adorned with rich fabrics, was General Hondo.
Victory's heart sank at the sight of his father's weakened state. Hondo's face showed the wear of years and illness, but his eyes still held a glimmer of recognition and love as Victory approached.
"F-father," Victory stammered, his voice choked with emotion.
General Hondo's voice was feeble but filled with affection. "Victory... my son," he whispered. "I am grateful you have come."
Victory knelt by his father's side, a mix of happiness and sorrow overwhelming him. "I would have come sooner if I had known," he said softly.
Hondo weakly reached out and touched Victory's face. "You have come when it matters," he replied, his voice barely audible. "And you have brought Lender... I mean, Hender."
Once again, Victory nodded, understanding the importance of his brother's name to his father. "Yes, Hender is here too, Father," he assured him.
The room was filled with a heavy silence, only broken by the sound of Hondo's labored breathing. Each moment felt precious, and Victory knew time was slipping away.
"I... I have missed you both," Hondo managed to say, a tear escaping his eye. "But I am proud... so proud of the men you have become."
Victory fought back tears, squeezing his father's frail hand. "We are here, Father," he whispered, his voice trembling. "We will stay with you."
And in that moment, surrounded by love and family, Victory knew that he would fulfill his duties as a son and make his father's remaining time as meaningful and peaceful as possible.
Finally, they reached the palace, an opulent structure adorned with gold and jewels. The guards at the entrance did not recognize Victory and his young companion as archers from this city.
"Orders from King Fadamier," spoke a dark-haired man with a full beard. "No knight, archer, or servant is allowed in without proper documentation."
Victory laughed as he swung down from his horse. "That sounds memorized," he replied. "Well, here," he said, handing him a paper.
The man took the paper and nodded towards Lomer. Lomer reached into his satchel and took out a paper as well.
The guard inspected the papers carefully, verifying their authenticity. "Ah, so you are the youngest son of General Hondo, Victory. Well, now I know your reason for coming here."
Victory nodded, relieved that their true identities had been recognized. "Yes, that is correct," he replied respectfully. "My father, General Hondo, my brother Lender, wrote to me, telling me that Hondo is dying."
"Yes, yes, that is true," said the dark-haired man. "But first, the two of you need to follow me."
Victory and Lomer looked at each other and followed him. They moved under the gateway and made a sudden right-hand turn, following him up some steps built into the side of the palace wall.
Victory suddenly knew where they were going as they reached the top. The man shouted, "Victor, Victor! Someone of great importance to you is here."
They waited for a minute or two until a tall figure approached them. It was none other than Victor, the gate lord. Victor hesitated for a moment, then he embraced Victory, a mix of surprise and emotion evident on his face.
"It has been a long time, to be exact. I haven't seen you, brother, since you were injured," Victor said, his voice filled with a mix of concern and joy.
And Victory said as if not at all Seeming interested, Lender wrote me he said.
Victor's face turned serious, realizing the weight of the situation. "Lender wrote to you about our father's condition?" he asked, his voice tinged with worry.
Victory nodded. "Yes, Lender informed me of father's declining health. It's why we've come here, to the palace.
Victor looked around then said I will bring you to him. But on condition that you stop calling Lender , Lender and call him Hender, like always.
Victory nodded with a faint smile, understanding the request. "Why? He asked any way
Victor sighed, a mix of exasperation and tenderness in his eyes. "It's a long story," he began. "When Lender was young, he struggled with his name. He found it difficult to pronounce 'Lender' and would often say 'Hender' instead. Our father, General Hondo, would affectionately call him 'Hender' as well, and it became a nickname that stuck."
He paused for a moment, collecting his thoughts. "As Lender grew older, he felt embarrassed by his childhood nickname and wanted to be called by his given name. But our father, being the sentimental man he is, insisted on calling him 'Hender,' as it held a special meaning to him."
Victor's voice softened. He placed a reassuring hand on Victory's shoulder. "So, to honor our father's wishes and keep a cherished tradition alive, it would mean a lot if you referred to Lender as 'Hender' during our time here."
Victory nodded, appreciating the significance behind the request. "I understand," he said. "If it brings our father comfort and preserves a connection between them, then I will gladly call him 'Hender' as well."
Victor's eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Victory," he replied. "I know it may seem trivial, but for our father, these small gestures hold immense importance. It shows that we respect his wishes and appreciate the bond he shares with each of us."
With an understanding between them, Victory and Victor continued their journey through the palace. The weight of their father's deteriorating health lingered in their minds, but they found solace in knowing that they would face this difficult time together, as a united family.
Finally, they reached the palace, an opulent structure adorned with gold and jewels. The guards at the entrance did not recognize Victory and his young companion as archers from this city.
"Orders from King Fadamier," spoke a dark-haired man with a full beard. "No knight, archer, or servant is allowed in without proper documentation."
Victory laughed as he swung down from his horse. "That sounds memorized," he replied. "Well, here," he said, handing him a paper.
The man took the paper and nodded towards Lomer. Lomer reached into his satchel and took out a paper as well.
The guard inspected the papers carefully, verifying their authenticity. "Ah, so you are the youngest son of General Hondo, Victory. Well, now I know your reason for coming here."
Victory nodded, relieved that their true identities had been recognized. "Yes, that is correct," he replied respectfully. "My father, General Hondo, my brother Lender, wrote to me, telling me that Hondo is dying."
"Yes, yes, that is true," said the dark-haired man. "But first, the two of you need to follow me."
Victory and Lomer looked at each other and followed him. They moved under the gateway and made a sudden right-hand turn, following him up some steps built into the side of the palace wall.
Victory suddenly knew where they were going as they reached the top. The man shouted, "Victor, Victor! Someone of great importance to you is here."
They waited for a minute or two until a tall figure approached them. It was none other than Victor, the gate lord. Victor hesitated for a moment, then he embraced Victory, a mix of surprise and emotion evident on his face.
"It has been a long time, to be exact. I haven't seen you, brother, since you were injured," Victor said, his voice filled with a mix of concern and joy.
And Victory said as if not at all Seeming interested, Lender wrote me he said.
Victor's face turned serious, realizing the weight of the situation. "Lender wrote to you about our father's condition?" he asked, his voice tinged with worry.
Victory nodded. "Yes, Lender informed me of father's declining health. It's why we've come here, to the palace.
Victor looked around then said I will bring you to him. But on condition that you stop calling Lender , Lender and call him Hender, like always.
Victory nodded with a faint smile, understanding the request. "Why? He asked any way.
Because you know why. now he said lets go. Victor replied
Oh well it seems to me I don't have to call him Hender.
Victor's expression turned stern. "Victory, please understand the significance of this. Our father holds great sentimental value in the name 'Hender.' It symbolizes a bond that goes beyond what we can comprehend. By calling him Hender, you honor that connection and show respect for our family's history."
Victory sighed, realizing the importance of Victor's words. "I apologize if I seemed dismissive. I understand the significance now. I will call him Hender, as you wish."
Victor nodded, his expression softening. "Thank you, Victory. It means a lot to me and, more importantly, to our father."
With their understanding reaffirmed, Victor led Victory through the grand halls and corridors of the palace. They approached a grand chamber where General Hondo awaited them, his health failing but his spirit still strong.
As they stepped into the room, Victory's heart swelled with a mix of trepidation and love. He knew this would be a difficult time for their family, but he also knew the importance of being together and offering support to their father in his final days.
Through the challenges that lay ahead, Victory was determined to be there for Hender, for their father, and to honor the bonds that tied them together as a family.
Finally, they reached the palace, an opulent structure adorned with gold and jewels. The guards at the entrance did not recognize Victory and his young companion as archers from this city.
"Orders from King Fadamier," spoke a dark-haired man with a full beard. "No knight, archer, or servant is allowed in without proper documentation."
Victory laughed as he swung down from his horse. "That sounds memorized," he replied. "Well, here," he said, handing him a paper.
The man took the paper and nodded towards Lomer. Lomer reached into his satchel and took out a paper as well.
The guard inspected the papers carefully, verifying their authenticity. "Ah, so you are the youngest son of General Hondo, Victory. Well, now I know your reason for coming here."
Victory nodded, relieved that their true identities had been recognized. "Yes, that is correct," he replied respectfully. "My father, General Hondo, my brother Lender, wrote to me, telling me that Hondo is dying."
"Yes, yes, that is true," said the dark-haired man. "But first, the two of you need to follow me."
Victory and Lomer looked at each other and followed him. They moved under the gateway and made a sudden right-hand turn, following him up some steps built into the side of the palace wall.
Victory suddenly knew where they were going as they reached the top. The man shouted, "Victor, Victor! Someone of great importance to you is here."
They waited for a minute or two until a tall figure approached them. It was none other than Victor, the gate lord. Victor hesitated for a moment, then he embraced Victory, a mix of surprise and emotion evident on his face.
"It has been a long time, to be exact. I haven't seen you, brother, since you were injured," Victor said, his voice filled with a mix of concern and joy.
And Victory said as if not at all Seeming interested, Lender wrote me he said.
Victor's face turned serious, realizing the weight of the situation. "Lender wrote to you about our father's condition?" he asked, his voice tinged with worry.
Victory nodded. "Yes, Lender informed me of father's declining health. It's why we've come here, to the palace.
Victor looked around then said I will bring you to him. But on condition that you stop calling Lender , Lender and call him Hender, like always.
Victory nodded with a faint smile, understanding the request. "Why? He asked any way.
Because you know why. now he said lets go. Victor replied
Oh well it seems to me I don't have to call him Hender.
Victor sighed you win come on let us go.
Victor looked at Victory with a mix of exasperation and resignation. "Fine, for now, you don't have to call him Hender," he said, his voice tinged with disappointment. "But please, try to understand the significance behind it. It's about honoring our family and the connection we share with our father."
Victory nodded, realizing that his insistence on calling Lender by his given name was causing discomfort. "I apologize, Victor. I will make an effort to respect our family's traditions and refer to him as Hender from now on," he said sincerely.
Victor's expression softened, and he nodded in gratitude. "Thank you, Victory. It means a lot to me and to our father."
Setting aside their disagreement, Victory and Victor proceeded towards their father's chamber. The weight of the situation hung heavily in the air, and Victory's heart was filled with a mix of anticipation and sorrow.
As they entered the room, General Hondo laid weakly on the bed, his face lined with pain but his eyes filled with recognition and love. Victory's resolve strengthened, knowing that he had come here to be by his father's side during this challenging time.
Regardless of his hestitation in using the name Hender, Victory knew that their family's unity and support were more important now than ever. With renewed determination, he vowed to do whatever it took to bring comfort and peace to their father in his final days.
Victor! Someone of great importance to you is here."
They waited for a minute or two until a tall figure approached them. It was none other than Victor, the gate lord. Victor hesitated for a moment, then he embraced Victory, a mix of surprise and emotion evident on his face.
"It has been a long time, to be exact. I haven't seen you, brother, since you were injured," Victor said, his voice filled with a mix of concern and joy.
And Victory said as if not at all Seeming interested, Lender wrote me he said.
Victor's face turned serious, realizing the weight of the situation. "Lender wrote to you about our father's condition?" he asked, his voice tinged with worry.
Victory nodded. "Yes, Lender informed me of father's declining health. It's why we've come here, to the palace.
Victor looked around then said I will bring you to him. But on condition that you stop calling Lender , Lender and call him Hender, like always.
Victory nodded with a faint smile, understanding the request. "Why? He asked any way.
Because you know why. now he said lets go. Victor replied
Oh well it seems to me I don't have to call him Hender.
Victor sighed you win come on let us go.
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