"In Draybourne," he said. "I don't believe the Duke of Holstead was responsible, but I have to start somewhere. You can't just cart off scores of people with no one taking notice."

"How much of the attack do you remember?" Kargen asked.

"Not much, I'm afraid. I remember the horses and the heavy armour, but there was something else."

"What?" asked the Orc.

"A man, one of the riders. He had a black beard and a scar that ran down his left cheek, all the way to his jaw. He wore a dark grey tabard, they all did actually, maybe even black, with a symbol of a sword on them."

"From your description, they sound like knights, my friend."

"Knights?"

"Yes, heavily armoured warriors who constantly train for warfare. They are dangerous opponents, you'd best tread carefully. Perhaps I should go with you."

"No," said Athgar, "though I appreciate the offer, you are needed here. You're chieftain of this tribe now, you have responsibilities here."

"There must be something I can do to help, you have done so much for us. Let me at least send some coin with you. We certainly have little use for it here, and maybe some goods for barter in the city."

"I would appreciate that," said Athgar.

"Will you come back to us, one day?"

"Of course," he replied, "this is my home now, though I have no idea how long it will be before I return."

"Perhaps you will return to us with a bondmate," offered Kargen, "and then you can settle down and raise a family."

"Maybe, one day, but such thoughts are far from my mind, at present. I have a difficult task ahead of me, and it will require my full concentration."

"Then I ask only one thing," said Kargen.

"Name it, my friend," said Athgar.

"Let us see you off on your journey. You are treading a long, and perhaps, perilous path. It would only be right to invoke the protection of our ancestors to safeguard you. When do you plan to leave?"

"In two days. I should like to finish the last of those bows for you before I go."

"Very well," said Kargen, "then two days hence we shall see you safely on your way. I know there are many that would wish you well, though your leaving will be bittersweet. Now, will you come back into the long house and drink to my son?"

"Of course," said Athgar, "lead on."

Athgar gathered the last of his things, slinging the bag over his shoulder. He carried a bow, an axe, and a knife for protection, and wore the tunic that Shaluhk had fashioned for him, along with the comfortable boots.