The Yeah. Welcome back everyone to one thousand one classic short stories and tales. This is your host

John Haggadorn. Today a story from Robert Barr one of my favorite authors called

an invitation and now our story. favorite authors called An Invitation.

And now our story.

The proud and warlike Archbishop of Trebasa was well mounted and although the road by the margin of the river was in places bad

the a ghost horseman nevertheless made good progress along it

for he had a long distance to travel before the sun went down.

The way had been rudely constructed by that great maker of roads, the army, and the troops who had built it did not know when they labored

at it that they were preparing a path for their own retreat should disaster overtake them.

The grim and silent horsemen had been the brains, where the troops were the limbs.

This thoroughfare had been of his planning and over it back into Trevasa

had returned a victorious, not defeated, army. The iron hand of the archbishop had come down on

every truckingent noble in the land,

at every castle gate that had not opened to him through fear, had been battered in by force.

Peace now spread her white wings over all the country and were opposition to his lordship's

stubborn will had been the strongest. There was silence as well, with perhaps a thin wreath of

blue smoke hovering over the blackened walls.

The province is on each bank of the Mosell, from Threvesa to the Rhine, now acknowledged Baldwin

their overlord.

A suzer and tea technically claimed by his lordship's predecessors, but the iron

archbishop had changed the nominal into the actual and it had taken some hard

knocks to do it.

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