Chapter 48

His prized blade taken and his hand severed, the Ragged Prince shrieked like a madman, his face twisted with pain: “Windblown! Slaughter every last one of those savages! Cut the savage king into minced meat! Avenge the humiliation of my severed hand!”

But he hardly needed to fuel their rage with personal vengeance—his men, long used to his ruthless balance of discipline and reward, had already charged at the braid-wearing warriors.

Drogo likewise raised his blade and roared: “Kill! Send these damned invaders straight to hell!”