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Chapter IX: Who Would Ever Want To Be King? A/N: Chapter title taken form the lyrics of “Viva La Vida” by Coldplay. BbBbBbBbBbBbBb It took several days, but they finally made it to the ruins of Dale. It was more desolate than Bard remembered from her youthful explorations. Still, most of the place was made of stone and had roofs and functioning plumbing what with the newly returned lake. Boiling water was necessary, but possible with the help of the Iron Hills. Hilda spoke to Bard quietly. “This food will only last us a few days.” “Children and wounded can eat first, and the rest will take reduced rations,” Bard said just as quietly. Bard had the reporters who were covering the attack stay outside of the city as they had campers and tents. If they were not going to share, they were not going to have access. Winifred, the reporter who confronted the army, was allowed inside the camp as she had food and tents delivered from her people and had made the call which finally allowed the