He had been distracted from his brooding about his brother
when Ulrike and then Conrad had stopped by his office. He wasn’t sure why he did it, perhaps nostalgic longing, but he had shown the man that looked so much like his brother the secret room they used to spend time in as children.
The next day he had received word from Anissina that the war was over, followed by some
unexpected guests. Later that night he and Gunter had
shared cake.
Mid-day on the following day he had come across his mother and Wolf’s kitten
followed by the young man himself. Then afterwards, Gisela had
come to his office and presented an occasion for him to travel outside of the palace to do something useful. Gunter had stopped by and he was glad that the awkwardness he had feared was forgotten, for the most part.
He and Gisela had set off on their
quest for the herbs.
There were only a few complications involving
an impromptu earthquake.
They had pressed on through the night, not stopping at the next village. They were almost to the base of the mountains where the herb they searched for could be found. They hadn’t spoken to each other for several hours now. Gwendal remained confident that the herb was within their grasp, for if it wasn’t...he didn’t want to contemplate what that would mean.