Across the Unclaimed LandsChapter 8
The village accompanied us on the first part of our journey Eastward, since they were moving to take advantage of the provender of the earlier spring to be found there. At one point a blind old bull of the gigantic deer charged our march, scattering the column to the winds. I held my ground to protect my sledge from wreckage, planting my stout boar spear firmly in the stoney soil, and aiming my point at the monstrous deer's head. The leverage of the neck overturned the creature, and my...