Grim Company 02 - Sword Of The North - Plot & Excerpts
He clambered to his feet, his muscles protesting every inch of the way. He’d lost track of the days they’d spent trussed up and tied to horseback. Every scar and old ache he’d collected over the years seemed to hurt all at once. His captor finally let the rope go slack and Kayne moved his head from side to side, trying to work the stiffness out of his neck. The others were also being pulled roughly to their feet. The Wolf’s face was pale behind his burn scars and he clearly favoured his right leg. The arrowhead was still lodged in the left. If it wasn’t treated soon chances were he would lose the limb. All around them was a forest of tents. There must have been hundreds. The majority were tiny bivouacs made of leather or goat hair, but there were a handful of larger tents as well, stitched together from colourful fabrics stolen from the Free Cities of the Unclaimed Lands or plundered from travelling merchants. Far to the west, rising above even the tallest tents and bathed in the light of the dying sun, Kayne could see the Purple Hills.
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