"It will have to do, Sire, we do not have enough time," the soldier was nervous, he had never seen his king so distracted, and to have called in such a lowly pawn as he to consult on their route, none of this made sense.
"You are right, of course," the King said, zooming in on the far Eastern territories and the edge of the Pekicau, where he knew there to be a secret route that led to the sea. He knew too that he had only one chance. If he missed the route he could easily miss her as well, and now that he found her, he was unwilling to loose her again. The king pulled the map off the tablet where he had finally settled on a route. He folded the copy and tucked it into his belt.
"I am ready now, soldier," the king said and with a wave to join him, left the mapping room.
The soldier stood for a minute, watching the map displayed on the tablet, where the King had left it in his haste. He wondered what the king had lost that he was willing to cross the forest and chance a meeting with the chaavan. He shuddered as he recalled stories from his youth wherein the fair ones were devoured by the brutes who, lacking language, could not even explain their violence, if any justification could even be imagined. The soldier hoped that the whispers of the king's insanity were unfounded, but either way, he felt an uncertain doom looming above their mission, and knew that he would not return. Watching the map slowly rotate, he fixated on the outline of the sea, visible at the end of the forest, and where the king had drawn a small star and the word "calyx."