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Reason 7: You get the 2 for 1 pork deals!

Horace huffed and puffed as he ran up the hill. It was not your average hill. No, this was the hill, or mount, that made Redmount, RedMOUNT.

Yes, Horace was not a common knight anymore. Well, he was never a common knight, but he was no longer a knight.

No! Don't just to conclusions! He wasn't exiled like Halt! What are you thinking? No, he was married; and not to any common girl.

Okay, maybe this is getting a little old. To sum it up, Horace was now Prince Horace.

So why was he huffing up a hill? Well, we need to rewind a little to figure that out.

"HORACE!" Princess Cassandra screamed with rage. Well, not exactly rage. It was a bit between amusement and anger.

Prince Horace, who was still trying to get used to Cassandra's increasingly strange demands hurried up to where the angered princess was.

"What's wrong now?" He asked dejectedly. He was still recovering after dragging a live, yes, live bear from the woods. Luckily he had Will's help and managed to sedate the beast with some warmweed arrows before going in to capture it.

But the bear was still awake at the time, and it was seriously pissed off about the fact that it has a frikin arrow stuck into him. And now there was a nice soft man to pound.

And so, the bear attempted to pound Horace. Horace, with all his warrior skills, did pretty well, but even so, he did get some purple bruises as tokens from the bear.

"I'm throwing a feast." Cassandra replied with a smile on her face. Horace privately groaned and sighed.

"Again?"

"Yes, again." Cassandra replied, "And this time, I need the finest meat. And the only place I trust is Redmount."

"Redmount?"

Cassandra sighed. "Yes Redmount, remember, the ward?"

Horace nodded. "Yes, I know Redmount, but I never realized they had fine meat." Then he thought about it. "Though it does explain why the Battleschool feasts are great."

Cassandra smiled, "Well, you better be off now, getting the meat."

Horace sighed. "I'll get Kicker."

Now do you understand why Horace was running up the hill? Yes? Good. Now we can continue with the real story.

Horace sighed when he finally saw the roof of the new butchery. It was a red slate roof with a pleasant shingle design.

He had to leave Kicker at the bottom of the hill. It was seriously steep (The hill, not Kicker) and a horse could fall down and break its leg if it attempted to climb up.

Horace grumbled and continued on his way, and was extremely surprised to see Will, just entering the shop.

"Will!" He called out, startling most of the starlings nearly. Will spun around and pulled out an arrow. He was notching it onto his bow, until he noticed that it was Horace that shouted his name.

"Oh Horace." Will said with a sigh of relief. "It's you!"

"Of course! Who else?" Horace replied. But for some reason, Will seemed a bit-off.

"Is something wrong?" He asked with some concern. Will laughed nervously and shrugged. "Nothing really. Why are you here?"

Horace gave Will a pained smile. "Cassandra." Will nodded understanding.

"Yes, having a wife is nice. They're great companions, and such, but sometimes, they ask you to do the craziest of things."

Horace walked towards the shop, leading Will behind him. "Yes, yes." He continued. "Oh and why are you here?"

Will finally smiled at that.

"Oh, there's a secret that only the Rangers know about at this place…"

Horace perked up, interested. "And that secret is…?"

Will smiled and shook his finger at Horace. "No, no, no. Only Rangers know."

Horace growled. "Will…"

Will shrugged. "Too bad, Prince Horace…"

"You…you…you…" Horace sputtered, trying to get his words out. Will raised his eyebrow. "What word are you looking for? Smart? Intelligent? Hansom?"

"Oh?" Horace replied. "We shall see…"

Will was a Ranger that has no fear. The only things that can scare him are Alyss in a rage, or Halt without his coffee.

But now he needed to add a new item: "Horace wanting to know a secret."

Will quickly backed off into the butcher's shop. There was no one working at the counter currently. Unfortunate for Will, since he needed some witnesses right now.

"Wait. Horace…wait…" Will sputtered. "We don't have to fight…"

Horace shrugged. "Then tell me!" Will noted that he sounded like a little child when he said that.

"Fine." Will said with a sigh. "Fine, fine, fine."

"Harold!" He called into the shop. A short stocky man walked out of the storeroom and smiled. "Ranger Will! How are you today?"

Will smiled back. "Harold. Good to see you again. Does the deal still stand?"

Harold grinned from ear to ear. "Of course! Rangers are my best customers!"

Will sighed in relief. "Good. I only brought enough for a pound of meat."

Horace looked in with curiosity. "What's this deal you're talking about?"

"Oh, it's something we made with Harold. I saved him from some very hungry wolves." Horace nodded, but Will continued, "And Bandits."

"And scorpions!" Harold added with a smile.

Horace wondered how someone could be so happy after being attacked by Bandits and Wolves.

"And Scorions!"

"Hey how did you-?"

Will just smiled. "You had that ridiculous look on your face that made you look like you were being tickled with a mace.

"A mace?"

Will shrugged. "Yes a mace or an axe if you want. Both ways, you scrunch your eyes up like a squinty bear that's constipated."

Horace grumbled something about annoying pesky rangers and Will turned to Harold.

"Okay, a pound of bacon, smoked of course, and since I'm a Ranger-."

"I doubt that." Horace grumbled and Will turned to glare at him. "Fine, fine…"

"You better shut up, or else I'll give you a lesson is moat swimming."

Horace rolled his eyes. "Whatever."

Will coughed and continued. "As I was saying: Since I'm a Ranger, I get the 2 for 1 pork deal. So 2 pounds of bacon please."

Horace rolled his eyes this time.

"Now I know why you're getting fat."

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