It all happened too quickly. The screams of the Forgoils, attacking the camp. Hama, dashing in with his sword at ready, prepared to kill them all. And then the knife, that fatal chunk of metal, hitting the guard of Rohan in the chest. And then it was all over.
Brytta dashed to where Hama had fallen, bending over him. He tried to explain what had happened, but the words did not come out right. Hama seemed to struggle to speak, but then his eyes closed. The noble man had died, and Brytta bent over his form in tears.
Aldwulf stood nearby, sword at ready, moving towards him slowly. "He was a pawn, Brytta, nothing more. They used him, and he suffered in their place." But the words were not of comfort. And Brytta knew that they were true. The Forgoils had disappeared, and it seemed that at last Brytta and his brother were safe. They were free to start a knew life in a knew place, without threat of discovery.
But it did not stop the tears.
[ September 18, 2003: Message edited by: Himaran ]
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