Gods of the North

Across the red drifts and mail-clad forms, two figures glared at each other. In that utter desolation only, they moved. The frosty sky was over them, the white illimitable plain around them, the dead men at their feet. Slowly through the corpses, they came, as ghosts might come to a tryst through the shambles of a dead world. In the brooding silence, they stood face to face.Both were tall men, built like tigers. Their shields were gone, their corselets battered and dinted. Blood dried on th...