By Loren L. Coleman
Kern "Wolf-Eye" and his males of the Wolves proceed their struggle opposed to the Vanir raiders. yet innocents are paying the associated fee for the Wolves' activities because the Vanir pillage and burn one village after another.
Only by way of uniting the Cimmerian clans lower than one banner—and one army—will Kern have the capacity to rid the land of the Vanir as soon as and for all.
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No supplies. She’d refused to alternate even the briefest of glances with Kern Wolf-Eye. now not the send-off Kern might have needed for his pal. He needed Daol greater good fortune in such ambitions. “S’a great blade,” was once all Hydallan acknowledged, as his son back to the collection pack. Ehmish limped up with Desagrena and Reave. Nahud’r amassed himself in a dismal woolen cloak and, with an eye fixed at the brooding skies, wrapped his head tightly in a protracted shawl. Desert-fashion. Nodding, Daol tucked the sheathed blade into the broad leather-based strap belting his kilt. “It is,” he acknowledged. Reave was once no longer approximately to enable it pass at that. “Only fair,” the massive guy acknowledged, voice a deep rumble greatly just like the thunder that spoke back from the within sight mountains. “She should have idea an identical approximately yours. ” He grunted because the off-color comment earned him Desa’s elbow into his intestine. Daol glared at his pal, yet stated not anything extra. Then he busied himself learning the rainy, black cliff overhang, steaming as continuously with the new spring runoff. yet now not all the few who accumulated on the fringe of the glen have been content material with curt nods or a stolen clench. Nahud’r observed them first, drawing close from the a ways aspect of the village. 3 males on horseback and one other jogging along together with his hand at the flank of the lead beast. The Shemite nodded of their course, his left hand continuously resting simply at the hilt of his lengthy, curved scimitar. Kern gobbled down the final of his oat cake, licked the grease from his palms, understanding that such path fare will be quite common within the days forward. Watched them process. He had anticipated anything. although now not this, precisely. a part of him had anticipated Ros-Crana herself to determine them off, notwithstanding it seems that she had spoken all she’d needed to say the evening earlier than. as a substitute, he waited as a blindfolded Gard Foehammer and the 3 Aquilonian horsemen approached. them all have been equipped for commute, with packs tied to the backs in their saddles, or, in Gard’s case, slung at the back of a shoulder. He additionally carried a spear-tipped pike, utilizing the bottom as a jogging employees simply now. The horsemen wore chain mail and leather-based, with their steel hoods draped again to reveal their heads to the misting steam that filtered around the glen. They slung tall shields throughout their again and carried lances two times so long as a man’s peak. Kern had obvious them in motion up shut, spearing the northern warriors into the floor, using them down. The iron counsel of each lance have been lined in blood and gore then. Now the horsemen held their lances up proudly, a flame-red pennant stirring within the breeze in their passage. the guy in entrance was once now not the single he had helped rescue in conflict, yet with hunter’s eyes and the convinced set of his shoulders, Kern picked him out for a pace-setter without delay. the guy he could have attempted to kill first if he had famous such qualities in a struggle. “Wolf-Eye,” the horseman acknowledged, his greeting curtailed. both he understood Cimmerian customs, or just didn't have an excellent snatch of the language, simply because he moved correct to the purpose of his enterprise.