Copyright 2012 by Bruno Stella
Cover Copyright 2012 by Bruno Stella.
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Old Steingar’s ships had come again that year.
The dark longships had glided into the stony bay, the rowers singing lustily. The strains of song sounded rustic, and somehow joyful. The herders and simple folk that heard the song, however, dropped what they were doing and ran for home. As the news spread, so did the panic. Windows were slammed shut, and doors were nailed closed from the inside. Many who could, packed their bags and headed out to the country for a few weeks. The damage would be limited to property, that way.
A panic-stricken young maiden hurtled past a large wooden house just outside Arman village. On the porch a large, well-muscled man sat bare-chested in front of a forge, beating a knife into shape. His hair was close-cropped and black, and it seemed to shower down his face in the form of a wild beard, and onto his chest in the form of a black carpet. The mixture of sweat and dust that caked him did not do any favours to his appearance. Yet, his wife would have said that he had been particularly handsome when she had met him.