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No, as these big Rhinelanders Barak knew only to well would never let him
down, hell aye and that for whatever reason.
Barak over these many years of war and battle, had always thought that the
Germans and the Norse were very similar, this in both their general size and
appearance their dress and weaponry.
The heavy broadsword, the axe, this sometimes a lethal double headed affair as
well as an evil spiked mace and spear were for both of these tribes favoured and
much relied upon weapons.
Yes, oh of course yes, as further bonding both of these pagan races were in
general very large hairy things, well this at least by Roman standards anyway.
Oh, by the by,well they were also a little on the earthy smelling side.
Or perhaps in the case of the Vikings a bit on the salty side, aye fish and
seaweed, yes sometimes his good friend Ragnor reminded him of a washed up
clump of seaweed or a beached up dead seal.
Not only this natural earthiness did these uncouth killers have in common, but
also in their general attitude and outlook upon life and death these bold stubborn
pagans were very much akin.
Also both of these northern clans were a race of people who were never easily
defeated, aye as when put upon the losing side of things which was not very often
then obviously they did not at all like it.
Oh hell aye, as to their credit, well neither of these proud warlike tribal clans
suffered defeat at all gracefully.
Nor of course on such rare occasion did they even try to make any sort of
compromise in any way with their enemy of the day.
Of course this stubborn streak was something in Barak’s opinion which was a
good quality, aye here was a further boon to be held both in their favour and to
their credit.
Besides all of that, well the camp of the Arab slavers was perhaps two or three
hours ride away from the small white painted village with its red tiled roofs.
Of course, well this though was no distance at all to good horsemen who rode
upon fast fresh desert mounts.
Even better, as such a ride was made easier still when these able horsemen towed
along with them a spare horse to swap when their first mount finally slowed and
tired.
Good desert horses, these beasts also purchased at the last minute and at a high
price from the gloating sheik,the slayer knew then exactly what must be done.
Barak in the meanwhile on his return trip to visit the sheik had left the small
much confused child in the care of two big hairy German slayers, men the ogre
had known for many years.

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