The Summer Sword by Alaric Longward

Author:Alaric Longward [Longward, Alaric]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Hardhill Productions
Published: 2018-07-28T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 12

The man was riding near the bottom of the hill, looking at his men speaking to some roman prisoners. The bastard was brooding and snarling down at them. They were shaking their heads, and one was weeping. He had some ten of his men with him, and I looked back at some of his scouts who were following us.

That was fine with me. I didn’t care.

Armin left me in trouble.

He brushed Gervas aside like he would a leaf.

I snarled and felt rage like I had rarely felt before.

I was there to aid and also to betray him. That was true.

And still, he left my son in the hands of the enemy? That was a mistake.

I watched Donor, an enemy. I rode past men heading west and women hauling dead and wounded for burial and care and looked at the battlefield. It was filled with dead, even many Roman, for Germanicus had not stayed for one moment after the battle.

It seemed a suitable place to break my word to Armin.

Donor looked up. His eyes flashed. His ten men turned. “Hraban. I have no time for you now. And it seems none care for your company, even less than before. Failure. I can hardly wait until you are exiled. Then? Look behind you.”

I spread my hand to the side. “Well. Here I am. I need not look behind me. In fact, I shall make it easy for you to keep an eye on me.”

He frowned and spat. “What do you mean, cur?”

I nodded.

Sarmatians lifted their bows and sixty of them rode for Donor. “Because you are coming with me. Are any of the men here your relatives?”

The man’s eyes widened. “What? You dare! What are you—”

“Are any your relatives?” I snarled.

He shook his head. “No, but they are well-known men. Good Cherusci. Why?”

“Kill the rest,” I said.

Arrows sped down on his men. The black-armored hunters shrieked and fell, dying or dead. I rode for Donor, who stood amid the newly made corpses. “Hraban…” he whispered, shaking with anger and fear. “You traitor!”

“No,” I said. “Armin is. And as his dog, it is fitting you fix his shortfalls. I shall stand before his Thing willingly, man. I shall face his justice. I’ll dance and piss on men who come to accuse me of the deaths of these men. Let them try! Let them accuse Hraban the Oath Breaker and let them see why I have killed so many men.” I pointed a finger at him. “But first, I have a need of you and your men.”

I watched hunters on hillside, who had been watching us killing the men, staring at us uncertainly.

I rode around Donor and the Roman prisoners and watched his face go from brave to terrified. He saw Adalwulf riding around with his men and mine, nearly two hundred, all killers who had no loyalty for Armin. He had seen Adalwulf killing his nephew, and he knew he would see the by soon, if he wasn’t careful. I stopped before him.

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