Glornir’s long-axe slid from his hands and he slipped his arms beneath her, raised her tenderly and held her to him, kissed her softly, her eyes, her cheeks, her scabbed lips, tears flowing down his face, tracing pale tracks through the blood and grime crusted upon him. “Ach, my Vol, my Vol, my Vol,” he repeated, over and over as he rocked her in his arms.
The tenderness.....
