After leaving the forest, Fang Zheng asked the Prince to lend him a place to repair the Lightning. Naturally, the Prince readily agreed. After all, such a massive thing would cause panic if it approached any village or town. So the Prince arranged for it to be stationed near a relatively remote valley, while Fang Zheng rode with the Prince and the marshal to the castle of Rohan to see what was going on with the King, who had been cursed by a wizard.
By the time the group returned to the castle, it was already evening. Rohan's royal city was built atop a cliff, surrounded by towering, steep mountain walls. The buildings above were all made of wood. For some reason, though, Fang Zheng felt that the layout looked very familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before...
It would look even more familiar if there were a guard with an arrow in his knee.
Soon, the group entered the Royal Palace. Since the Prince and the marshal were leading the way, the palace guards did not stop them. Still, quite a few people stared curiously at Fang Zheng, who followed behind them in strange clothing, unable to figure out what was going on.
"Father."
Upon entering the Main Hall, the Prince dropped to one knee before the King of Rohan on the Throne.
"Saruman has gathered an army of Orcs and is about to attack Rohan. We must take action!"
"..."
Yet the old man seated on the Throne said nothing in response to the Prince's plea. He sat there like a puppet, pale-faced, his hair and beard resembling withered roots. He looked ancient and frail beyond measure. He simply sat motionless on the Throne with his eyes closed. Anyone who did not know better might have