The hideout is nearby Dashbiga, we reached Dashbiga and rest for a while to prepare for our assault. I and Matheld left Tulga and head to Dashbiga before its dusk, according to the information I procured from the bandit. So I fled, something I was raised never to do, and something I hope never to do again…' her face turns sad. That was nonsense, but his gold bought him loyalties of enough of my husband's faithless servant for him to install himself in my hall. 'He said that, it was not in our custom that women could inherit a thanedom. My brother-in-law, cursed be his name,' her eyebrows seems to bent like a scimitar, her face seems so mad to remember her memories again. My husband had decreed that I would inherit his lands, in the absence of an heir. But my husband died of the plague, when I was still childless. 'My name is Matheld, I'm from an old family from the northern lands, the daughter of a thane and also a wife to one…' I'm surprised to know she is already had a husband, 'I fought by my husband's side, his partner both in war and in peace. 'Merely to pass the time of day, ma'am… If you're not otherwise engaged…' she seems a bit settled down, 'Ah, well, if you must know… Perhaps I must tell you…' she stared at his mug of ale, while I prepare to hear another story from this young woman. 'What do you want?' she asked furiously, I'm quite surprised to see her reaction. I pointed my blades at them, 'It is over now… You can choose to be attacked by my army, on the hills, or abandon these plains… And leave the villagers in peace…' the bandits quickly disband and ran to the forest, perhaps this isn't the last of them, but I don't think I will see them in the village for quite a long time. The others shivered in fear and looks at the hills, when I arrived and confronted them. But, one of them fell backwards and hit the ground with an arrow struck his neck. 'When I run down from this hill, you shot them…' the boy shocked, 'YOU HAVING A DEATH WISH?' I shake my head slightly, 'No, but I wished I've dead already…' I pulled out my blade from its scabbard, running down from the hill like a lunatic and shouting the bandits stood up and start to unsheathe their weapons. 'Their numbers are few, I see no ranged weapons…' the boy said while keeps observing from behind the bushes, 'Cover me…' I said and slowly crawl out from the bushes, keeping low and walk slowly so that the bandits won't notice me. But now, there's no more home, I'm a fugitive in my own steppe, I'm forced to leave my home, not just with revenge, but with lust of justice. Within an hour, I already far away, I'm looking at the town where I used to grew up before. The other guards are too surprised to catch me, I ride past him and quickly left the town. He fell down, quickly died with one shot in his heart. I stood back and balancing my steed, without any doubts, I released the string, and the arrow flies straight to the chest of the guard. I ride at full speed while keep on aiming at one of them, as soon as they released their arrow, I hugged my horse down, dodging the arrows. There are two elite guards which stand between me and the town gate I draw my bow as they did the same. I tried my best and successfully escaped from my captors, what's left is only to reach the town gate. If they really wish to get me, then they're welcome to try. Some are pointing it to me, I quickly rides straight to them, I break their formation with a charge from my horse while I'm busy dodging the swords which are coming to me. Today, the road runs from Glencree to Sally Gap for epic views across the glens, lakes and mountains (it was a location for the films Braveheart and PS I Love You), then to Glenmacnass valley and waterfall, before descending into Laragh and Glendalough.As soon as I mount the horse, soldiers were shouting at me and waving their blades. Most independent visitors follow the Military Road (the R115) which was constructed with the intention of flushing out and quelling rebel forces at the turn of the 19th century. Here, the small but perfectly formed Poulanass waterfall is the trailhead for a steep hike along Derrybawn mountain, which offers rewarding views of the entire valley. The ruins of St Peter and Paul cathedral and other churches lie within the monastery grounds, a short walk from the upper lake and a forest that is covered in bluebells in late spring. A simple doorway, two metres up, made for an easy retreat by ladder when unwelcome guests arrived. The round tower, the most eye-catching landmark in this ancient, ecclesiastical settlement, is more than 30 metres tall and, although not the tallest in Ireland, it’s still an impressive feat of engineering.
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