You grow weary of our journey across this endless sea? Sit down and I will tell you a tale of your grandfather.” Sweeping back his long black hair, the tallest youth looked at his father and then at the waves beyond the edge of their craft. “You mean Grampa, who tends the animals down in the hold and cleans the shit from their stalls?” “No, not him, Gomer! While a fine man, your grandfather down below was not an adventurer. I speak of your other grandfather, the man from whose seed your mother sprang.” A second boy settled in on the deck. Unlike Gomer, his hair was blonde. Despite the contrast, they were clearly brothers. “Is it true he was a savage warrior?” “Yes, Magog, that is so. Your grandfather was a man of great power. He made himself into one of the most feared men of the olden realm. He was a fighter and a king, a man who laughed at the birthplace of thunder and lightning.” Gomer did not look up from the rolling sea. “Was grandfather king of the entire old world?”
