Hardly one escaped; and just as the battle had ended, Waddle came shambling down out of the forest with Sandivar on his back and the carcass of the Black Wolf herself slung before him. “Now indeed is the danger over,” said Hagen, dismounting and removing his helm. He stared at the exhausted Helmut and shook his head. “By the gods,” he said, “so like Sigrieth in his youth that it is necromancy. But of course—” turning to Sandivar, “it would have to be if you were in it.” That was half-jesting and half-earnest, but Sandivar was in no mood for jest. “This is only the first battle,” he rasped. Then he turned to the King Boar and King Bear, who stood warily back from the humans, their followers having already vanished into the thickets. “Well done,” he said. “Aye, well done indeed.” “You may tell them,” Helmut said, “that all promises will be kept and that I am done with boar- and bear-hunting for life, unless one of their kind turns rogue.”
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