Maroboodus: A Novel Of Germania (The Goth Chronicles Book 1) - Plot & Excerpts
Men curse the damp weather, the sickness that follows, and the general mood-killing gloom, and they fear freezing nights and frosty mornings and so it was that the fall months didn’t cheer many people, unless they hoped to die in the winter and knew their time was near. The land was steaming with misty vapors as the cold breath of Ymir spread across the land from the north, where nights were already long. Father and his champions were dressed in rich furs. Their shields were covered with wet rime, and hands with mittens held the cold shafts of the framea and javelins. The moss and grass crackled under the hooves of our horses. It was the sort of weather that left you itching and unhappy, and you would try to remember what the splendid summer looked and felt like, and it was a very hard thing to do. Aldbert, the poet was bringing up the rear with some slaves who guided spare mounts and heavily-laden work horses and I was somewhere in the middle, certainly behind the champions and a step away from servants.
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