YOHET

PROLOGUE

The soldier held himself motionless, a dark scowl animating his sharp features. So that's how it's going to be, he thought, taking in the clearing once more, the corpses, the thick pools- No, these are veritable streams- of blood, the dusting of the ashes from the scattered cook fire of their camp, weapons loosed from hands now dead in the grass here and there. Well, it could not be said they were not warned, Yohet reflected, for he had done that very thing upon his joining the camp the night before. Should've never disbanded the the Regiment, Kobaris , always said it so. And thus the soldier walked the short distance to the horses, noting as he did so their calm. Grass crunched underneath military issue heavy boots, boots still spattered with the blood and flesh of his first assailant; pale, scarred mien, beard a full tangle, rushing forward just to be cut down almost immediately after. These particular beasts had obviously experienced such happenings between their riders and other victims in the past.   Still, bold of a gang of such modest numbers to haunt the Gilam Imperial Roads so close to one of the jewels in the crown of the Gilam ; the Imperial Adjudicators would froth at the mouth to hear of it. He grunted, the mental image awakening his mirth. Collecting the horses - Aye, to the victor go the spoils - he set out onto the wide imperial road once more, resuming his journey to Nettok. Another day of easy riding, and the absurdly high walls of his city of birth were finally in view, but Lars was preoccupied with thoughts of old scores to settle. Aye, he was back in truth now, and his blood was up, damn the bastards.

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