I had wrought my own doom with the slaying of Kirðras' sister. And I knew then that fate had finally caught up with me. There, sitting atop a quartet of fire-red steeds, were the same Gaiad-lords who had captured me only a few weeks before. I turned around, face askew, to see whom it was that shot me. I looked down to see the barbed head of an arrow piercing my breast. And I stood stiff, maddening pain ripping through me like hot fire. I had scarcely removed my wife's ring from his hand when I felt a jolt. I stood over the brigand's body panting madly with rage. With one mighty swing, my sword bit into his nape and severed his head from his body. I am a knight in King Harr's army! And it was my family that you slew!''Īnd so, the brigand, driven by fear at my revelation, rose from the ground with a stiletto in hand, and made a wild lunge at me. It is the very such ring that I betrothed my wife. ''Bloodthirsty and reckless savages you are to have committed so fell a deed. I traded a fine silver cup for it, six days 'fore spring.'' We slew her and her three tots, little bastards they were! Then my companion cut this ring from her finger.
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