Slowly the world materilised around him, he was about fifty yards from his home and it took him a few moments to remember what had happened the night before<em>damn.</em>It his him like a blunt object swung by an ogre.<em>How could he have been so stupid?</em>He got to his feet and rubbed his head. Now what did he do? See the king or try and find her himself?<br/><br/>He knew he had to do something. He opened his door and drank a glass of water. He had to make a choice, but what one?