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    “Foolish indeed.” Sabine whispered turning from the Queen she hurried away, there was no way she was going anywhere with that woman.

    Once outside it didn’t take long to gather Krum, Hency and Leeta, and turn them for Domair. If all that the Wiseman showed her was true, she was going to need help, help she could trust. “Foolish…” she murmured, “Stupid woman.” Krum bend down to allow her access to her seat. Settling comfortably Sabine twirled her index finger and produced a weave of air that would make the wagon weightless allowing Hency and Leeta to keep pace with Krum as if the wagon was not there.

    Domier are famous for their War Horses, none can match their size, speed or strength and Sabine ran with three whom she loved very much. “Let’s go home.” She cooed to her beasts and for the smallest of moments she felt as if she were still a little girl riding in the green fields of Domier. Of course that was before the Gasconthians attacked destroying those fields of green.
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    Aruna had stripped from her dress in moments and was pulling on her more enjoyable garments consisting of a pair of black slacks and top with a long, silk robe in the colors of silver and black that hung around her body instead. Pulling her long reddish brown hair up from around her neck, the chain that she wore came into view. Slowly, she pulled it up, bringing the ring hanging from it into view. A sad smile fluttered onto her face as she gazed down at the amethyst jewel.
    ~Rhuarc…~
    This had been the ring he had given to her in proposal all those years ago. Before the Domiers had killed him. Hated boiled up in her chest as she gripped the ring in her hand. She wanted to do all she could to get her revenge against the Domiers. At the name all she felt was disgust for the woman they just met…Sabine.
    But…
    Aruna glanced away from the mirror, trying to wipe her mind clean but the memory broke through anyway.

    The sun was setting as a 12-year-old Aruna sat on the top of the Castle wall, a young man, 16, standing beside her. Since he had been accepted into the army, Aruna had been noticing strange things. The looks the other Knights would be giving Rhuarc. The sneers and comments about the Domiers from the others when he would pass by them. Why were they acting that way? But Rhuarc would just smile at them and continue with what he was doing whether it was eating or training or talking. It didn’t matter to him.
    But it did to Aruna.
    “Rhuarc…can I ask you something?” Her small voice traveled with the wind as it blew around them.
    “About what?”
    Turning to glance at the man behind her, she had to smile. He was tall, a few years older than hair, with short, red hair and pale violet eyes. Already toned and strong at his age, he was dressed in black breeches and a sleeveless, brown leather shirt. His gaze was intent on the sunset, but she knew that he was listening.
    “Why, why are you always treated different? By the other Knights? Why are they so mean around you?”
    Rhuarc chuckled, uncrossing his arms and sitting down beside the young girl, hanging his legs over the side of the wall. “Well, I’m a Domier. The others here all see me as an enemy and not an ally, no matter how long I’ve lived here.”
    Aruna gasped. “You’re a Domier? But, but daddy says that their the enemy! That, that they’re ev-”
    Rhuarc placed a soft finger over her lips, cutting her off. He gazed down at her. “Does it really matter if I was born here or there? Does that make it any different in what I’m doing? To you?”
    Aruna thought for a moment, and then shook her head. “No, I suppose not.” His finger pulled away but she caught his hand. “But, that doesn’t mean they should be mean to you! Just because you’re from another place. It’s foolish.”
    Rhuarc chuckled, wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer to him, kissing the top of her head. “If only others could see it like you, Aruna. Gasconthia families are treated the same in Domier too, I’m sure, but that’s just the way it all is. Others are just too stubborn to see that they’re just the same.”
    “If that’s how you feel, why did you join the army?”
    He was silent for a moment. “I joined the army to become closer to…become a General of the Gasconthia army… and in hopes to be united with…someone I truly care about. It’ll just have to take a few more years before I can receive my wish.”
    “Is this person…nice?” Aruna asked.
    He gave a soft laugh. “As sweet as can be,” His gaze turned back to the sunset before he sighed. “Aruna, can you promise me something?”
    “Promise you something?” She tilted her head to the side.
    “Yes. You are to be a Queen one day. All power of this Kingdom will rest in your hands. Promise me, promise me that you will not just judge others because of their lineage or birthplaces. Don’t treat Domiers like all the others do just because they are Domiers. Not everyone wants to fight, and not everyone is…evil. Not everyone agrees to war, no matter what side they are on. Promise me.”
    Aruna giggled. “You have the weirdest promises, Rhuarc.” She told them. “But, I promise.”
     
    ~And what a swell way to keep a promise, Aruna, you big dummy.~
    She now felt guilty. She had taken the wrong direction in this course, trying to force Sabine into coming with them to Gasconthia. Perhaps she should look at it through the other woman’s eyes. She was a Domier, alone, and in the Presence of the Gasconthia Queen and her Head Knight. Of course she would feel…small. And upset.
    Well, there was nothing that Aruna could do to change her words, but maybe there was something else she could do.
    Tossing her things into her bags she slung the two of them over her shoulders before leaving the room to pass them off to one of the Hall boys. She didn’t like others touching her things, but she had to grin and bare it. Maybe she and Lynce would leave in time to catch up to the Domier woman and…
     
    Now if I am to survive
    The infection must die
    Murder the beast that's been eating me alive
    The infection must die

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    ‘Women… if they aren’t getting mad at men and blaming them for everything, they are trying to kill each other…’

    Lynce stifled a sigh as the two women departed from the other and with a slight shake of his head he stirred into motion, his long strides taking him outside the Cathedral, his Queen would be safe here for the moment an quickly set to returning to the inn where his soldier’s waited for him.

    It was a twenty minute walk but he covered it in fifteen, and as the inn came into sight his soldiers were already mounted and ready to move, must have had a look out for him. He stopped a smile from forming and quickly mounted his own steed, which had been saddles and bridled for him. The powerful white stallion was deep chested, with long, powerful legs that had long hair reaching to the ground from its fetlocks and battle trained. The horse was as much a soldier as Lynce was and was aptly named Ruin.

    “Matrith.”

    One of the soldier’s, like the rest of the soldiers was dressed in steel splint mail, but had a white blade etched into the shoulder pads responded with a gruff voice of a veteran, but he wasn’t even twenty five yet. Still he was a Blade Captain, the Malkier version of a lieutenant.

    “Yes, Battle Lord?”

    “Take a brigade and provide an escort for the Lady Gasconthia until she is safely in Castle Gasconthia, tell her that I have rode after the Woman and that I shall met her at a later time. At this point she is at the Cathedral of Light. The rest of you ride with me.”

    A Brigade had twenty five soldiers, leaving Lynce only five of his original entourage, and Matrith gave Lynce a startled look after hearing the Queen was present but quickly got over it and picked his brigade, and left with a curt nod to Lynce, his group getting a wide berth from the ones walking along the street.

    “The rest of you,”

    Lynce looked at the remaining group, all veterans and well rounded in battle and familiar with its casualties.

    “I expect trouble, for the one we ride after is a Domier.”

    The men suddenly got very focused, but confusion filled them at Lynce’s next sentence.

    “She is not to be harmed, matter of fact not even a hard look from any of you as we ride a protective detail for her. I expect complete obedience from you all, and I will understand if you would rather not be part of this. Speak up now for this is your only chance.”

    No one said a word and Lynce nodded.

    “Then we ride, I have no doubt that she rides a Domier Horse, and due to that it will take us time to catch up to her.”

    Someone spoke up this time.

    “Ser, if I may speak?”

    Lynce nodded.

    “Why do we ride after this…Domier?”

    Lynce paused for a bit, thinking through his response and when he spoke the men raised an eyebrow in surprise, more then when they had heard about the Queen being present in the Cathedral.

    “We ride after her by request of the Keeper of light, or else I would never think of her again.”

    That ended the conversation and Lynce turned his horse towards the exit of the city and they set off at a brisk pace, no point tiring out the horses in a pointless sprint for distance, not against a Domier Horse. It would indeed take time.

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    And so the Wheel had begun to weave its strings of fate, all being shifted and twisted by these weaves brought forth of neccesity, becoming like a whirlpool centering around the fates of these select few, each a key component of a bright future, yet useless without the others and as the Wheel weaves the Darkness is moving its piece’s against them, unknown horrors waiting in the darkness and even crueler is the hearts of men, and their unbound threshold for evil, greed, hatred, lust, envy and jealousy.

    The Wheel is set, and fight as they may, it will drag these few to greatness, or to death if the Darkness has its will. This is,
    TheWheel of Time



    A Age of Balance

    (Blue Represents the Story Line of Lynce and Sabine, and those who end up joining them.)

    (Red for Queen Aruna and company
    as they travel along their path.)

    (This is mostly for me and the readers so they can distinguish between the two different stories.
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    And so the Paths set and the darkness shifting the time for the Adventure has come.
    A week has passed since the two groups,

    Lynce and his five warriors, who were setting off to find the Domier Loki, Sabine and to convince her to come to Gasconthia.

    And the Queen Aruna on her way back to Gasconthia in company with a Brigade of Professionals,

    but each path is slated to come into contact with another key player, and their own bumps on the pattern, but who these players are, and the bumps, only time will show.
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    Matrith blinked against the Sun from behind his helm as he rode his horse, the chestnut brown steed that was home breed in Gasconthia, he and his men were escorting the Lady Gasconthia back to her home land, the men forming a perimeter around the Carriage that was transporting the High Queen.

    “Ser!”

    Matrith barely turned hi head to look towards the voice, his eyes still searching for possible threats.

    “See something?”

    “No, ser.”

    The soldier was rather green behind the ears, as green as someone who was trained in the Malkier fashion could be, which meant he was professional level, but a bit prone to distractions, as all recruits were.

    “Well I was thinking, isn’t it strange that we have been traveling the main route between Fresconthine, and Gasconthia for a week now and we have yet to see a single soul besides ourselves?”

    Matrith thought for a moment, the recruit was right. They were traveling a major trade route and yet not a single caravan had crossed their paths.

    “You know what Rook, you might just make it in this world.”

    Matrith looked back around, his eyes keying in on a black spot in the distance ahead of them, and his hand fell to the sword on his hip.

    “You just might.”

    As they rode on the Dark spot grew larger, and larger, then individual specks could be made out, and as they got even closer Matrith realized it was broken down Caravan, three in fact, each rather large, and with quite a large number of people, all men wearing baggy cloths milling about as a group of thick armed men were set to repairing the Caravan‘s, and a tall, ratty looking man with a large knife on his belt hailed Matrith.

    “Good day, good sir! Tell me, are you coming from Fresconthine?”

    Matrith blinked as he stared the man in the eye, an itch settling in-between his shoulder’s, and he stopped his horse a good distance away from the man, motioning the others to stop as well, the Carriage driver halting as well.

    “That we do, what can I do for you.”

    The Man had a beady look to his eyes, that seemed to shift towards the left behind him as he rubbed his hands together.

    “Well how is the trade this time of year?”

    Matrith blinked before he snarled and drew his sword with a cry of

    “Soldiers to Arms!!!!!”

    It happened in a blink, all the men that had been milling about pulled short swords out from their seemingly baggy cloths, which when shifted revealed the shine of metal underneath, the soudn coming from behind him as well and the beady man was already running away like the rat he resembled.

    His blade flashed out at the first man close enough as he backed his horse up, like the other soldiers to form a tight circle around the Carriage.
     

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    “Ahhhggggg!”

    Lynce sighed as he, and the five with him sat around a small fire that was cooking their midday meal on the side of the main road towards Domier, their horses tethered to a movable Picket line they always had. They had been waiting for a day and half now, having found a path that lead into a shortcut that Lynce judged put them a day ahead of their target, the Domier woman.

    ‘…Hmmm no what I think about it I have no idea what her name is…’

    Another of the solders yawned, while another shifted in comfortably in his armor.

    ‘…’

    Lynce looked back at the fire, and the three rabbits that were roasting over it, each soldier had a months worth of rations, but those were bland and the men needed fresh meat.

    “Women, even when they don’t know it they keep us men waiting.”

    One of the older soldiers through out and even Lynce smiled at the comment, the truth of it reaching hi-

    “…Shit…”

    Lynce whispered to himself as he remembered the Denecian women from the days before in the Cathedral, he had left without so much as a word and things like that always came back to bit a man in the ass.

    “What is it Ser?”

    A soldier asked but Lynce just shook his head.

    “Check the road again would you?”

    ~Narrator Time!!!!~

    “Ser Balstond!”

    A tall, well built man in brownish colored armor that seemed to be made from one piece of metal yet shifted as smoothly as silk when moving and didn’t encumber him from horseback, the Symbol of a Horse with a flame coming out of its mouth.

    “So, you have found her?”

    The soldier who wore the same uniform, yet not so ornamentally styled responded.

    “Yes, we have seen the woman, and as you ordered we have remained unseen. Ser, at the range we were, we could have rushed her and finish this in a moment. Why did you order us to only observe and report, we were trained for situations just like that!”

    The Ser Balstond gave the soldier a hard look but answered in a emotionless voice.

    “She is a Loki Soldier, and if she even saw a hint of you it would have been ended with your death, probably by burning of what my sources tell me. Anyways we move, and try to cut her off, I now this road well and up ahead is a side path that will lead us right up ahead of her, as long as she has no idea we are coming.”

    The Ser Balstond kicked his war horse forward, a Domier war horse and the twenty men also on Domier war horses stirred forward, their lances and armor clanking with motion, all except the Ser Balstond.

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    Sabine was glad to finally see the prying eyes fade off; however hard they tried not to be seen but she knew the moment she picked up after leaving the inn she stayed at the night before. They obviously didn’t know she was a Loki.

    They were soldiers of Domier, why did it feel like they were tracking her. Every instinct Sabine had told her that her father had not sent them to escort her home.

    Her only chance was to out run them; on War Horses as well she would just have to be faster than them. She didn’t know this land but the Inn Keeper told her to follow this road and she would hit the next town in about a day.

    With weaves in place Sabine hit into a run with her head low and eyes alert.
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    Aruna sighed. She had refused to ride in the Carriage, but of course, she had to submit. According to Matrith though ‘you’re the Queen. You should be traveling like one’. She would rather ride her own horse, but she, again, had to submit.
    Though she did grumble about it under her throat.
    At the sound of talking, Aruna set the book she had been reading down and sat up from her pillows. The silk nettings hanging around her Carriage, a soft pale-ish white, blew swiftly in the wind as the talking continued. Listening in, she sighed again and pushed her throw blanket back and, on her knees, peeked out through the netting and looked at the attackers as they drew their blades.
    “You are making a foolish choice.” She called out the where she could be heard by everyone. “Do you not know who I am? The Queen of Gasconthia does not take being attacked lightly. I am giving you a choice. Turn now and leave, orstay here like fools and die.”
    Now if I am to survive
    The infection must die
    Murder the beast that's been eating me alive
    The infection must die

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    As the knights prepared to do battle perhaps one of them would notice a one of the many barrels on the caravan shudder slightly before falling off its cart altogether.The barrel broke apart upon hitting the ground revealing a sprightly man whose hands and feet were bound and his mouth gagged. Looking around fearfully he saw that the bandits seemed to be preoccupied and proceeded to make his escape.

    After much wriggling the man managed to rise to his feet, he then went on to hop as fast as he could away from the road.

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    Matrith’s blade was like a snake, wriggling past shields and swords alike, striking at weak points in the armor when the exposed vitals of the neck or higher was not revealed, and with each flash men’s screams were sounded, more bustling from the sides of the road sounding as more armor clinked.

    “Lady, these aren’t your average Bandits, we must retreat!!”

    Matrith turned in time to see a man, obviously bound and gagged hopping away at a good pace in the direction he planned on taking and blinked as his sword took another man in the eye and sent him sprawling back.

    A Malkier soldier fell to a mass of men as Matrith whistled in a high pitched tone that sent the men into a full retreat, well only after they pushed the attacking men back enough to give the carriage a chance to push forward, which it did, Matrith hoped the Queen was holding onto something tight, it would end badly if they got surrounded again .

    “Forward!!!”

    The remaining nineteen knights surged forward, blades flashing at the men that scrambled towards them and the Carriage with the prize in the center, Matrith doing the work of three men as he pushed his horse to trample on the men who were before him.
    The Carriage broke free of the throng of men and the two horses drawing said carriage were set to a powerful sprint that would have surely matched any Domier horse, amazing what fear could do.

    Matrith wasn’t so set on the retreat, acting as a rear guard and even watched the bound man still jumping up ahead of him.

    ‘….’

    As he rode past the bound man, her reached out and caught the hopping man by the back of his shirt and yanked him up on the horse by pure arm strength and spoke in a dangerous voice.

    “Be still or I will throw you into the next lake I find.”

    Matrith meant it, and he forced his horse to race off after his companions.

    ~~

    Matrith let his horse pull to a stop, the bound man still laying over the pommel of the saddle, which couldn’t have been comfortable, and looked at the remainder of their little band wagon.

    Nineteen knights, all covered in blood, both theirs and the ones who attacked them.

    “Your Majesty, are you alright?”

    Matrith called moving closer to the wagon, his first priority would be to make sure the Queen was alright then he would set about questioning the bond man. His second priority was to get the Queen back to Gasconthia or Lynce would have his head.

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    The Ser Balstond had already kicked his horse into a full burst, his twenty men following as he urged his horse faster by tightening his legs on the well trained beasts sides, both leaning forward with the air flapping mane and hair around the same.

    He didn’t know how the woman knew, but if it hadn’t have been for their scout’s sharp eyes they would have been left in the dust before they even knew it, he was going to tan the hide of those two idiots that gave themselves away, but first the wench had to be put down before she could cause more trouble.

    The band of horsemen burst from the side road onto the main road a little bit after Sabine’s horses passed the entrance and Ser Balstond smiled in triumph, they had caught her, and it was only a matter of time before they got her.

    Arrows were loosed by the horsemen behind him, the years of training in the art giving them more then good aim, enough to make sure that none of the shafts got close to the horses, the woman yes, but not the horses. Well trained Domier horses aren’t as common as some thought.

    ~~

    Lynce blinked as a itch settled into his shoulders, and he shifted them uncomfortably.
    ‘Let this woman get here soon, as if the darkness was on her heels.’
    Lynce shrugged his shoulders again before staring back into the fire.


     

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    The man shouted a muffled protest as he was unceremoniously hoisted onto the knight's steed. He wriggled a bit but quickly lay still as it became clear his situation had only become marginally less perilous.

    --------------------------------------

    The flight from the bandits had left him with a sore belly. Stifling his discomfort the man instead listened.

    Your Majesty? Was he in the company of royalty? Judging by the designs of the knights armor and their accent they were Gasconthians which meant that the person in the carriage they so desperately defended was none other than...........oh my. What strange fate did destiny have in store for the man.

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    Aruna shook her head, pushing herself to her feet, exiting the Carriage. "Of course I'm fine. Your men are the ones that you should be worrying about. They're the wounded ones." She glanced at the bound man on the horse for a moment, head tilted to the side and an eyebrow raised. She ahd seen him, jumping down the road. That only led to two separate things. He was the Bandits hostage, or he was one of the Bandits and he was playing a game to try and get close. Either way, she was prepared.
    With one of her knives clenched secretly within the sleeve of the long silver and black robe she wore, Aruna reached up and ripped the gag from the man's mouth. “Who are you?” She demanded. “Why were you with those men?”
    Now if I am to survive
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    Murder the beast that's been eating me alive
    The infection must die

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    The man eyed Aruna apprehensively as she walked up to him. Judging by the way the knights treated her it was likely that she was none other than the Queen of Gasconthia herself. The man was somewhat surprised at her appearance. He had expected the Queen to look more.....regal. Still, despite her lack of ornamentation she certainly had the force of personality befitting a monarch.


    The man took a few moments to work the stiffness out of his jaw before replying: "I am Kross van Gilder, a bard by trade. I was travelling with the trade caravans when we were waylaid by bandits. The ruffians stole my possesions, bound me, then stuffed me into a barrel. You have my gratitude for rescueing me but alas there is naught I can do to repay you."
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    “Hmm.” Aruna gazed the man over.
    ~A Bard, huh?~
    That was a story that she could believe. She didn’t doubt that bandits would capture people, but…what if he was lying. She didn’t think so, but she wasn’t stupid to put her guard down. She would keep him with them. She wasn’t going to let him leave them and then bring back more attackers.
    “All right then, travel with us. It’ll be easier and you won’t be, no offense, captured as easily as you were. That is, if you have no objections.” If he were to refuse her offer, then he was part of the Bandit group. She’d take care of him with no problem as she continued to clench the poison covered knife in secret.
    Now if I am to survive
    The infection must die
    Murder the beast that's been eating me alive
    The infection must die

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    Sabine was panicked as the riders fell in behind her; she had talked herself into believing she was imagining that they were anything but escorts. She knew better now.

    Whispering to Krum to run as he has never ran before she lowered herself even further trying to make herself a smarter target. Even with the one power she would rather run for safety or at least until it was completely necessary to fight. A soldier she was not but nor was she without means to defend herself. Thank you father she thought as she raced for what she believed to be for her very life.

    Of course how would that have been different from going to Gasconthia? She saw little except those casing her were Domier and somehow that made it worst. And what of her father? What has happened to him if her own people are after her?

    Arrows were flying and she was eternally grateful that Krum was a trained War Horse as were Hency and Leeta. They knew how to dodge and weave from arrows, swords and anything else that came at them. Her father made sure she had the best Domier had to offer. In fact he trained them himself. It was hard not to think about him, it had been so long since she had seen him and if Sabine didn’t make it to the next town she just might never see him again.

    A thought accrued to her then, she needed to slow them down to put some distance between them. Eyeing a large oak tree Sabine throw a weave knocking the tree down across the road just after she passed, it would be hard pressed for any of them to make over the tree, of course they will go around but that should give her a little lead way from them.

    Sabine hoped anyway.
    Today Is Only Yesterdays Tomorrow.

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    “Mi-Milady!”

    Matrith said as he followed after her, and heard her proposal to the tied up man. His eyebrows were raised, which was to the remaining soldiers the equivalent of open shock on another’s.


    “Do you not think it dangerous to even offer this to a man which we have no idea who is? No confirmation on whether or not his story is truth!”

    Matrith gave the bound man a hard edged look, keeping his eyes away from the dagger the Queen was trying to hid, poorly.

    “ My Father said once ‘A Man with no hands, holds no sword’ I suggest we try that fact literately.”

    ~~

    “Keep the rope slack until I give the signal.”

    Lynce said to the three soldiers on the other side of the road, the last two soldiers behind him and holding onto the thick rope along with him, his eyes drawn to the direction the noise was coming from, Horses, and a lot of them. Light Calvary if he was worth his title.

    It had been a small drone at first, one that Lynce had almost ignored until he remembered his training, and he had quickly pulled out his eyeglass to see what the commotion was, and was not surprised to see that their charge was being chased, he was surprised to see that the ones chasing were wearing the brown armor of The Knights of the Half Moon, lead by no other then Ser Balstond, head of the Light Calvary division.

    It had been a shock, one he got over quickly and set about preparing for battle, twenty Light Calvary units would tear five soldiers apart with ease, they had to dismount them, and a Rope and six powerful soldiers just might do it, now they had to wait.

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