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 Part 1 - The Birth Of Girthamus  (1 rating)by MacWhiz Page 2 of 4 On this day, though, Tyrr knows that Makkhen's army is on the outer edge of the
eastern territory. They will be advancing into Krone-Tuk land by high sun.
Tyrr's army is well prepared and outnumber Makkhen's forces, but Tyrr also
knows that many of his men, including himself, may not be alive by sunset. He
wonders if he is to perish, what would become of Malreeh and his child. He knew
that these thoughts must be put aside. He needs to think only of battle and
survival. Kill quickly and move on. His primary goal this day is to find
Makkhen and kill him. This rage and revenge, which has spilled blood for two
centuries, must end today. Word has come to Tyrr that Makkhen's people are
growing weary of these bitter confrontations. They know that the catalyst that
motivates Makkhen is a vengeful heart that belonged to a dead king. Their clan
was suffering in growth and starving. Young men who should be joining and
raising families are being led blindly into battle and killed. Tyrr knew that
Makkhen had no children so the heir to clan leadership will be the high
priest's son. Tyrr has been secretly in contact with the high priest and knows
that Makkhen's people want this revenge to end as much as Tyrr's people do. The
survival of his people and especially his wife and child are the only driving
forces that compel him to enter battle and fuel his ability to take Makkhen's
life. He doesn't want to kill, but knows that this is the only way to end this
foolishness.
* * * The leaders of Tyrr's three army divisions, and his most trusted friends, came to him. They were there to report their divisions were ready. Garn, Tyrr's lifelong friend, removed his gauntlet and laid his hand on Tyrr's shoulder. "My scouts report that Makkhen's army is on the west ridge. All the stories are true, my friend. His army is weak and small. We will be victorious today." "The only life which concerns me is Makkhen's, Garn." Tyrr took hold of Garn's wrist and pressed his hand onto his shoulder as if to tell Garn to keep it there for support. "If Makkhen does not die today, this may never end. Did the scouts report seeing Makkhen?" "They did not say." The other leaders repeated this fact. It seems that Makkhen was either disguised or not present. The idea that Makkhen wouldn't be there with his army was unlikely. Surely, he would want to witness the battle, especially Tyrr's death. The four men rose and embraced. "To victory, brother." They all wished each other well and separated to join their divisions. * * * In Tyrr's tent, Malreeh and her midwife were preparing her for birth. She had lost her water and was experiencing birth pains. The awareness of the ensuing battle and the threat to her husband's life had brought on an early labor. She wasn't expected to give birth for at least seven more days. The midwife prepared clean wrappings while others saw to Malreeh's comfort. * * * Copyright © 1999, 2000, 2001 MacWhiz, sffworld.com. All rights reserved. No part of this may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the author. The author has submitted the work in accordance with and in agreement with the following Submission Guidelines. |
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