Chapter 25 – The Hesta

A youth stood in the doorway: clothes dark as midnight: leather helmet, surcoat and britches. Boots to the knees. Thick gauntlets, lanyard from which a long knife dangled in a dark brown leather sheath. Wide belt, sword in a thick black scabbard, much worn.
Well, let me in, quick!
He peered into the youth’s face, caught a glint of tawny eyes.
B’hoc Lunan?

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