From the Bookshelf of Sword & Sorcery: "An earthier sort of fantasy"…

A man swings the scythe and the ax, a man pulls the oar and makes fast the know. Most of all a man hold the shield. A man holds the line. A man stands by his shoulder-man. What kind of man can do none of these things?

I didn't ask for half a hand.

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A man swings the scythe and the ax, a man pulls the oar and makes fast the know. Most of all a man hold the shield. A man holds the line. A man stands by his shoulder-man. What kind of man can do none of these things?

I didn't ask for half a hand.

I didn't ask for half a son.

While he had been learning how to mend wounds these boy-these men, he realized with a sour taste in his mouth-had put all their efforts into learning how to make them.

"Who are you, person?"

"A cook's boy."

"Shall we play a guessing game of what my name might be?"

"You are Grom-gil-Gorm, Breaker of Swords and Maker of Orphans, King of the Vanstermen."

"You win! Though what you win remains to be seen. I am King of Vanstermen. Lately including these ill-doomed wretches that your countrymen of Gettland have so freely robbed, butchered, and stolen as slaves, against the wishes of the High King in Skekenhouse, who has asked that swords stay sheathed. He loves to spoil our fun, but there it is. Does this strike you as just, cook's boy?"

"No"

"Collar him and put him with the others"

"One less cook's boy. One more slave."

I, Yarvi, Son of Uthrik and Laithlin, King of Gettland, swear an oath! I swear on sun-oat and a moon-oath. I swear it before She Who Judges, and He Who Remembers, and She Who Makes Fast the Knot. Let my brother and my father and my ancestors buried here bear witness. Let He Who Watches and She Who Writes bear witness. Let all of you bear witness. Let it be a chain upon me and a goad within me. I will be revenged upon the killers of my father and my brother. This I swear!