Ulf spotted them on the edge of the cliff, swept up his axe, and roared to his men to get into battle formation.
He raced over the rocks to where Haldor lay, sheltering amongst a smattering of gorse and broken, dried up remnants of trees. “What"s all the fuss about?” he asked, raising himself on his elbows.
“Raiders. Not many, but they may be a vanguard. I have to get you into the boat.”
Haldor held up his hand, “No, Ulf. I"ll be fine here.”
“Don"t be so damned stubborn, you old bastard! If they break through—”
“If they break through, we"re all dead, old friend. Set the shieldwall, and make sure they don"t do so.”
Ulf bit his lip and exhaled loudly, “You"re an old mule, Hal.”
“And I"m not going to change now.” He grimaced as he sat upright. “No sign of Harald?”
“Not yet.”
“Then we
