Mist rolled down the hillside into the base of the valley where the small hamlet lay.
Silence ruled as the hanging shroud dampened any sound.
Then, cutting through the atmosphere, a clear, sharp repeated noise emerged.
‘Slap, slap, slap’ footsteps against the rock path descending the slope. It was joined by another, louder noise. A voice shouting through the gloom.
‘The wait is over. I have seen the man to save our country!’
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