“My God! You didn’t slay him in the heat of the moment, boy?”
“Nay, father. I did not, but in taking the weapon out of my uncle’s hand,” a great tear rolled down his cheek, “I laid his hand wide open, for my blade is sharp. F-Falki will be all right, won’t he?”
notFGyda, who had been listening, burst out exasperated, “Men! You’re all alike! It’s dark outdoors. I want to ride over and see to that hand before it goes bad and we have to lop it off!”
Aella thrust his head in his hands. “H-he won’t lose his hand, will he?” came murmured through a mask of hands. “We can take a torch!”
H“Ten torches!” I bellowed. “Come on lad, make yourself useful, round up some of our men. They’ll all have torches ready I’ll wager. We all have to venture out to the midden at night from time to time.”
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