Tired and weakened by the lonely journey through the menacingly still landscape he emerged from the millions of icy flakes like a vision. His clothes were stained with blood and mud - yet the new patterns they formed on his robes gave an inexplicable depth to his appearance. They dignified him in a way that only the beasts which saw him fight the relentless wind with stubborn resilience and cross the frozen river bed witnessed.
The King was back.
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