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Snowstorm

My three men and I plus the eight of the king’s envoys departed to collect the tribute. We hauled large sleds behind our horses. The going was very rough due to the snow. If the trail was blocked the sleds would become bogged down. The horses were tired.

The king’s envoys stopped on a ridge. They said “We are going to stay at a farm in this direction” motioning with their hands. “You will find lodging straight ahead at Armod Beard’s farm. He will welcome you for a good night’s rest. We will meet at Eida Wood.

I knew that Eida Wood was where the two sets of previous tribute collectors had died.

We continued forward and later found out that the king’s envoys, once we departed, had put on ski’s and raced day and night to reach the king’s residence.

My party and I became lost in the snowstorm.

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