624 DCXXIV. The Bark (1/2)
”And so what? What do you mean?” the Shieldmaiden replied with superiority.
”I'm just saying that the information about Dag and our adventure at Krypstorm could be altered by the King, who obviously has more credibility than we do, who are just warriors serving the Clans...”
”The King doesn't care about Dag... my brother's name will never even be pronounced... he is only interested in claiming Krypstorm under the rule of the crown. He will say that thanks to a winning strategy, he has managed to reach the land of perennial ice and conquer a fort that will serve as a support point for the next missions... a lot of bullshit, of course...” Gridd answered, looking forward and trying to imagine the scene.
”Einar is a clever man... very good with words. Knowing him in person, I can assure you that he will certainly organize an event in the central square of Jernhest, during which he will talk about Krypstorm to all the citizens who will gather before him. Gridd's prediction is correct, I'm sure it will go as she predicted” Egill added, who after Jernhest would reach Mount Torden and the Temple Of Orn, to spread Master Dag's message of hope to his former teammates.
Finally, after many hours of travel without ever stopping, starting from the port of Gurn, the three adventurers passed the mountains that isolated the capital from the rest of the region.
Jernhest, in all its magnificence, was illuminated by the red light of the Sun, which shone on the roofs of his houses and palaces.
As if it was a celestial vision, unable to help but compare it to Tungvek and the desolate places that characterized all of Krypstorm, Gridd and Karl breathed a sigh of relief, finally feeling at home.
Egill was also impressed by that vision, thinking that the last time he visited the capital was during diplomatic missions on behalf of his Clan, when he had closer relations with King Einar himself.
The main road that continued straight up to the huge stone gate on which there was the name of the city engraved in the runic alphabet, branched out into many small dirt roads, both to the right and to the left.
Gridd, who was leading the line, almost automatically swerved to the right, heading up the hill of her farm.
Karl followed her without saying a word, while Egill, intrigued by the change of direction, tried to understand why.
”Why didn't we get into Jernhest? Is there anything I should see first?” the elder Master asked, who compared to the two young warriors, was the most tired for the trip because of his age.