Dawn was approaching; as the group of messengers', hit the last town, on the outskirts' of the city. They drew their swords' high, raising them above their heads', as they sped through the town. Drawing their swords', they lashed - down, hard onto the wooden doors', knocking loudly, as they called the kings' men, to arise.

Confusion rose furiously, through the town; as whole families' came out, waking-up, to the rising sun, peeking red, over the horizon.

Ira spoke, calling-out, loudly across the roads', " Men gather together. You have been called to serve your King . Gather up your horses', oh men of loyalty. The king is calling upon you ". A local man from the town, approached Ira, " Oh messenger of the king, please state what the king calls' for ".

Ira, looked down from his saddle, " You ask me ", he said, with undertones' of pride. " I am unable to answer. I am here, only to relay, the command of the king. We all have to stand before him. He has an announcement to make ". And with that, the towns' men, followed his lead as they gathered together, mounting their horses'. Some men, sat high on saddles'; while other men, mounted on horse -back. They drew up their reins', and galloped alongside , ' Ira's, chosen few.

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