A man with a deep gash in his leg limped along, supported by his wife. ass porn They were herded into the center of the square. Byrn drew his knife and slit his throat. Tell the one with the arrow in her shoulder to walk. Ivar’s body was wrapped and placed onto a cart with our supplies. “My Lord,” said Ulf, signaling me to where some of the wounded villagers had been gathered. Nine villagers lay dead. Seasoned warrior though I was, the sight made even me sick. She was on her back, the gaping rent in her stomach visible even at this distance. I turned to my lieutenants. Slowly, she tilted her head back and let out a blood-curdling scream of anguish. Four won’t survive the trip back. A big man carrying a shortsword—probably the village chief—took an arrow in the collar, roaring in pain as he fell backwards. I watched as Byrn and two of his men went to each of the villagers I had pointed out and executed them one-by-one.
