463 CDLXIII. In The Middle Of Nowhere (1/2)
After him, a group of warriors did the same, escorting the King to the Fort's exit, even though it was only about ten meters far.
The archers of the Hunters Of Ullr were already positioned on the towers and promptly opened the gates to their 'new' King, who with the usual haughty and careless expression of the episode that had just happened, came out.
The four horses that the Krypstorm Clan was equipped with were immediately untied from their seats in the stable and dressed in the usual half-broken leather armor, to allow them to withstand the cold, not knowing how far the ship that would escort them to Okstorm was.
Gridd, Karl, Reidar, Sander, Kjell, and Egill instead walked in the footsteps of the horses of the Chromed Army soldiers, followed in silence by their warriors, who, having relaxed from the initial fear, began to chat with each other again.
”Reidar...” Gridd said, calling the attention of the archer who was walking beside her.
”Tell me, Gridd.”
”I'm afraid for them.”
”Are you afraid for Dag and Freydis? You just hugged me... I thought you were happy about their escape” he replied.
”Yes, indeed I am. I'm happy, but I'm also scared. Although I understood he was about to leave the Fort, I didn't say goodbye to him as I should have. and now I'm afraid I'll never see him again...”
”Do you really think the Captain won't survive Krypstorm?” Reidar asked again, who now had a high degree of confidence and could avoid certain formalities.
”I don't say that. I'm just scared. It's a feeling I can't suppress, no matter how hard I'm trying not to think about it. It's inside me... I'm afraid I won't see my brother again” she continued, looking ahead and never stopping walking, slightly decentralizing from the middle row with her friend.
”It's normal to be afraid, it would be wrong not to be. Only a fool is never afraid. Every time I fear for my life, I always think about the same thing... do you want to know what it is?” the archer asked, smiling.
Gridd nodded.
”I think back to the night when my sacred Temple Of Orn was attacked by surprise by the Fangs Of Jormungandr, capable of turning into reptilians... it was terrible, I remember those eyes in the darkness, their tails and their lizard bodies. That night it was not only my life that was in danger but also that of all my companions. If the enemy Clan had won the battle, the Hammers Of Thor would have been wiped out forever, as would all the ancient scrolls in our library.”