“Sigmarr,, Sigmarr”…”Do you live?”…yelled Captain Tisamar as he
shook Sigmarr’s shoulder…
“Uggh”…Sigmarr rolled over and felt the misting rain on his face…
He reached up for Captain Tisamar and was helped to his feet…
“What of the….of the King?”…Sigmarr said removing his damaged helmet and wiping the dried blood from his face…A long jagged scar ran from his temple to his cheek bone…Blood was caked over it…A small area still dripped blood onto his shoulder…Sigmarr flexed his sore jaw and pulled a broken tooth from his mouth…
“The King and his brother are dead …his captains were all slain with him”…
“The Gods did not like us this day”…replied Sigmarr…”What of the Borjiorn?”…
“They returned to their camp,, the rain and muddy ground were too
much for their horses”…”We must flee to the South,, while we can”…
“No!!...we must fight them here,, they will only follow us and kill us
as we flee,, or stalk us in the night and slit our throats while we sleep”…”They must be destroyed,, never to return”…
“How?”…”We can not fight them here”…”And we have lost many men”…”Many are wounded and can not fight”…
“It doesn’t matter,, we will fight them,, no matter the cost…our homes,, our families…our children will not be taken as slaves”…
“We will move to the valley to the East,, I know it well,, it is
guarded on three sides by trees…Go and gather the men and supplies,, tell them we will fight,, bring the wounded and the Kings flags”…
“Tomorrow the Borjiorn die”…”We will set a trap for them”…
“I will tell them,, but”…
.
“Tell them,, and tell them again,, remind them of their homes and
families,, remind them of why they are here”…”Do it loudly,,
and they will follow you”…”I will join you later”…
“What of you?”…
“I have a friend that needs tending”…
Sigmarr lead a stay horse by the reins over to where he had
left Kergin…
The small boy was still there,, standing just a little taller than before…A Borjiorn raider laid on the ground with an arrow thru
his eye,, his left foot caught in his horses stirrup…Sigmarr smiled
at the boy…”You have done well,, young man”…
“Your friend has not moved for a long time”…
Sigmarr placed his hand to Kergin’s chest…”He still lives”…”Come
help me put him on this horse”…
“Up you go too,, take the reins and hold fast so he does not fall”…
Sigmarr removed the foot of the Borjiorn raider from the stirrup and
stepping on the dead mans chest,, seated himself on the horse…
“Follow me,, we will take him to someone who can help”…
Sigmarr lead the boy thru the remaining forest area and into the field
beyond,, where the women of the Kings soldiers waited for their loved ones return…Men bloodied from battle staggered from the forest towards their wives,, seeking help and tenderness from them…
“Anita,, Anita”…Sigmarr yelled…
“Sigmarr,, over here”…
“Its Kergin,, he’s hurt badly,, you know the ways of a healer,, see what you can do”…
“I will”…”Sigmarr!...you’re wounded…let me look at you”…
“It is but a scratch,, I must return to the battle”…
“I will look at you before you go!”…
“It is nothing”…
“Come and sit down for a moment,, I will clean your ‘scratch’ and then look at Kergin”…
“Very well woman…but hurry”…
Anita cleaned the wound and stitched it as best she could,, then made a poultice of dried herbs and roots…
“Take this… and put it on whenever you can…it will help the pain
and stop the bleeding”…
Anita then turned to Kergin…”You have done a good job with the bandages,, the bleeding has stopped,, but this arrow must come out”…”Sigmarr hold him down,, while I cut it out”…”There I have it”…
“And who is this boy?”…
“He is a very brave young man,, killed a Borjiorn and saved Kergin’s life”…
“He is brave”…
“What’s your name boy?”…asked Sigmarr…
“William,, sir”…
“That is a fine,, strong name…stay here and help my wife…I
will return after we have destroyed the Borjiorn”…
Sigmarr did not look back as he guided his horse at full gallop
to rejoin Captain Tisamar and the remaining soldiers…
“Sigmarr it is good that you have returned so soon”,, said Captain Tisamar …”The soldiers will stand and fight with you,, as will most
of the villagers”…”There are many wounded who are willing also”…
“Good,, good…we have much work to do,, for tomorrow will be the
end of the Borjiorn,, this I promise”…
“Tell me what we must do,, and I will instruct the men”…
Sigmarr and all the able bodied men worked through out the remainder of the day and into the night preparing for the Borjiorn attack they all knew would come…A ditch way was dug in front of the encampment and filled with straw,, hay and branches then soaked with cooking oil…Only a small gap was left near the center,, perhaps only wide enough for 4 horsemen to come thru at once…The edges of the surrounding forest were filled with sharpened spikes dug into the ground and ropes crisscrossed from tree to tree…Exhausted men got what little sleep they could,, Sigmarr and Captain Tisamar got no sleep…They wandered the camp,, looking after the wounded and wondering about the fight ahead…Would the Borjiorn do as they expected and fall into the trap?...
END OF EPISODE 5................
. INTERMISSION
COME BACK TOMORROW FOR THE NEXT (hopefully)
THRILLING EPISODE OF
SIGMARR VS THE BORJIORN
I only posted it this way just to annoy you…..
What do you expect for a dollar?..........
Hey,, where's my dollar?.......
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7 comments:
I will be back for the rest of the story I really liked it!
You have quite a following hooked now ;) My Lonnie's in the mail.
to Drowsey:
Yes I have quite the reader base…
Sometimes its so large that when I
walk down the street I feel that I
should be protected from the hordes
of admirers by 6 royal guards ;-)
If it doesn’t improve soon,, I’ll have to get out the dust buster and cover all the chairs with sheets……..Maybe I should put out
some 'fresh' cookies......
Your Lonnie's may be in the mail,,
but my Bonnie lies over the ocean….
I love traps, and this tale, excellent, beats the heck out of my other option, it's Saturday, cutting grass day.
ahahahahahaha...Looooney
or Loonie
to Drowsey:
Trouble with your keyboard again?... Sorry no George Loonie here,, just a Scottish loon...
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