With the excitement of combat over, Zayden felt quite faint, and Carswell came over to steady him. “Are you alright, young sire?” he enquired.
Zayden felt someone taking hold of his other arm and realised it was the man they had rescued from the giant and his band of ruffians. “Yes, I’m fine, thanks!” said the prince. “Just not used to killing giants, I suppose,” he added with a smile.
He suddenly realised he was surrounded by the man’s wife and children, who were kneeling and kissing his hands.
“Oh, you brave young man,” murmured the woman. “Facing that giant and his awful band of thugs. They’ve been terrorising us for weeks, taking our food and money an’ all sorts. We’ve been starving.”
Abruptly, one of the children screamed and clutched her mother. “Mother! The wolf!”
“Don’t worry.
