The new Chief of all the World, Kolm Ravenhair, picked his way slowly up the scrubby, swordgrass-covered slopes. Wounds inflicted during the day"s battle made movement a medley of twinges, aches and sharp stabs. The worst injury, a spear-thrust into his left thigh, reinflicted itself with each step like some Witch"s curse. The climb took much longer than usual, but he was in no hurry now. He stopped as he needed to catch his breath. Reaching the top, he sat down on the cairnstone with an involuntary grunt of pain to survey the battlefield.
All was quiet. The hours of clashing metal, screaming and blood were over. It was growing cold as the great day finally ended. Over the Green Hills, Xo the Heatsun had already set. Soon her lover, Rin the Lightsun, would follow. He hugged his Greatbear
