Alien Honor (A Fenris Novel)
“He had looked upon the Mountain that was a Machine one other time. He had been in the company of the seeker then too.
Klane wasn’t like others of the clan. He was curious about nearly everything. Why couldn’t they fashion iron knives for themselves? The hetman had one and so did the champion Cletus. Those knives were heirlooms, long ago stolen from demons. If demons made them, why couldn’t a flint smith? Why did the gat travel north for the winter and how exactly did its wings allow it to fly in the air?
The young men Klane’s age spoke about stalking game animals, women, and raiding other clans. Otherwise, they were a dour lot unless drunk. While drunk, any warrior could be dangerously foul or very merry. There was no telling which, although Klane constantly sought for a clue.
The young men Klane’s age were similar to each other. They were brown-skinned, dark-haired and uniformly thick with muscles. They carried flint knives, bone-tipped spears, and wore the cured skin or leather of the vargr.
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