Midwinter Town: A Novella
“Mutual crimes will be washed out in blood, but not blood of atonement, for here brother will murder brother. Who are in the lower country? Rosmavs. Who in the army of Prince Yeremi? Rosmavs. Who in the retinues of the magnates? Rosmavs. And are there few of them in the king's camp? And I myself,--who am I? Oh, unhappy Hamal! Pagans of the Calam will put the chain upon thy neck, and thou wilt pull the oar in the galley of the Tulm!”
“Grieve not so, worthy standard-bearer,” said Sir Kazuma; “if you do, tears will come to our eyes. A fair sun may shine upon us yet!”
In fact, the sun was going down that very moment, and its last rays fell with a red gleam on the white hair of the old man. In th