As the barge started its trip in, the horse shifted uneasy with the waves as they came along the dock. There were row boats many had left a sailor to guard it. As the lines were secured, he made his triumphant reentry to Pigeon Spit by falling off the horse and on to the dock. Andrew's handlers had told him that riding in on a horse would make him look royal, being at court had polluted his thinking that this was a good idea. Now, the small crowd that had gathered to see the commotion, laughed to themselves. 

Andrew waved off his handlers, picked himself up and belly laughed loudly. Bringing a roar of laughter from the crowed. [color=#009900][i]Better to be thought the fool and to be found competent than be thought competent and found the fool,[/i][/color] he thought. He then proceeded to push pass the pomp, his captain and servant,and went to greet the people. A few he remembered from his childhood, a couple he asked about family members. It was his attempt at letting the people know he was one of them, even if he dressed like one of them. By the late meal, his story would have made it from porch, to tavern, to table, to wash line and everyone would know who he was. Not all of it would be true, but not all gossip was bad and having some confusion gave him a little power. 

At the end of the line was Lilly, a woman a little older than himself, with two children in tow. He took her hand and then hugged her. She was his first "true love" and now she was married to a forester with children of her own. She introduced him to her children as Uncle Andy, which confused those that did not know him and the guard. He took her arm, picked up a child and headed for the tavern to catch up on what had happened while he was gone.