Bk 1, Ch 8: Cleaning House
Chapter 8: Cleaning House From the steps of the warrior hall, I watched a red-headed girl writhe until her body heaved and her struggle ceased. It was too bad really—from where I stood, the girl looked very pretty. Well, no sense crying over spilt milk. Even with the help of the townsfolk, the task of clearing the town was colossal. I estimated there were at least 250 dead and wounded spread throughout the town and the surrounding fields, with just under fifty Zavalan adults and teens healthy enough to move them. Between the injured, my perimeter archers, and those busy with other tasks, only forty of my warriors would be able to guard and assist them. Still, Sigurd seemed to have things well in hand. He stood with some of my junior warchiefs and organized …