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Who Doesn't Love a Good Song?

The Emperor and his followers knew that they should see the southern fort on the horizon at any time. Their nerves, a mix of anxiousness, excitement and relief, were bringing an overall tension that was unbearable.

"Junayd?" Devrim called to the general.

"Yes, Your Majesty?" Junayd rode up next to the Emperor.

The grey-eyes man hesitated and inhaled deeply. "Could you, perhaps, sing us a song?" Devrim gave a pained smile.

"Did I hear you correctly?" Junayd's jaw nearly dropped to his steed in astonishment.

"Yes, yes you did. I am probably losing my mind, but we need a way to lighten the mood." Devrim motioned to the travelers, who seemed ready to jump at a moment's notice.

"Do not worry, boss. You will not regret this!" Junayd said as he pulled out a makeshift drum he had composed from animal hide and a hollowed out stump.

"I already do," Devrim responded, rubbing his temples. The Emperor scooted his horse away from the musician. He had no desire for a front row seat.

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