The Road Home - Part 4

Little by little, more villagers gathered. The driver turned his horse away, ploughing it further into the village, looking for someone with authority that he could declare his task done to. Oliver didn't watch to see him go. His gazes were focused on the people of the village, as one by one, they gathered.

Not all of them came to grasp his hands, as the first couple had, but all of them reacted with the same amount of awe, as they could hardly believe his existence. It was the boy that they remembered, but alive and well. No, more than that. The last they'd seen him, he was pale white, covered in blood, unconscious for hours. Now, here he was, a handsome knight, dressed in a noble's finery, a glint in his eyes, a warrior's posture to his shoulders. A transformed man – their man. His achievements were their achievements. Theirs were his.