men such as my own Red Slayers, my picked regiment. I will lead them.� �ome then.� The small group made their way down the slope, through throngs of warriors who pushed forward eagerly to get a better view of the stranger, then pressed back as he approached. An undercurrent of tense whispering ran through the horde.
The Northmen stood apart in a compact group. Their cold eyes took in Kull and he gave back their stares, taking in every detail of their appearance.
�ulfhere,�said Bran, �e have brought you a king. I hold you to your oath.� �et him speak to us,�said the viking harshly.
�e can not speak your tongue,�answered Bran, knowing that the Northmen knew nothing of the legends of his race. �e is a great king of the South � � �e comes out of the past,�broke in the wizard calmly. �e was the greatest of all kings, long ago.� � dead man!�The vikings moved uneasily and the rest of the horde pressed forward, drinking in every word. But Wulfhere scowled: �hall a ghost lead living men? You bring us a man you say is dead. We will not follow a corpse.� �ulfhere,�said Bran in still passion, �ou are a liar and a traitor. You set us this task, thinking it impossible. You yearn to fight under the Eagles of Rome. We have brought you a king neither Pict, Gael nor Briton and you deny your vow!� �et him fight me, then!�howled Wulfhere in uncontrollable wrath, swinging his ax about his head in a glittering arc. �f your dead man overcomes me �then my people will follow you. If I overcome him, you shall let us depart in peace to the camp of the legions!� �ood!�said the wizard. �o you agree, wolves of the North?� A fierce yell and a brandishing of swords was the answer. Bran turned to Kull, who had stood silent, understanding nothing of what was said. But the Atlantean� eyes gleamed. Cormac felt that those cold eyes had looked on too many such scenes not to understand something of what had passed.
�his warrior says you must fight him for the leadership,�said Bran, and Kull, eyes glittering with growing battle-joy, nodded: � guessed as much. Give us space.� � shield and a helmet!�shouted Bran, but Kull shook his head.
� need none,�he growled. �ack and give us room to swing our steel!� Men pressed back on each side, forming a solid ring about the two men, who now approached each other warily. Kull had drawn his sword and the great blade shimmered like a live thing in his hand. Wulfhere, scarred by a hundred savage fights, flung aside his wolfskin mantle and came in cautiously, fierce eyes peering over the top of his out-thrust shield, ax half lifted in his right hand.
Suddenly when the warriors were still many feet apart Kull sprang. His attack brought a gasp from men used to deeds of prowess; for like a leaping tiger he shot through the air and his sword crashed on the quickly lifted shield. Sparks flew and Wulfhere� ax hacked in, but Kull was under its sweep and as it swished viciously above his head he thrust upward and sprang out again, cat-like. His motions had been too quick for the eye to follow. The upper edge of Wulfhere� shield showed a deep cut, and there was a long rent in his mail shirt where Kull� sword had barely missed the flesh beneath.
Cormac, trembling with the terrible thrill of the fight, wondered at this sword that could thus slice through scale-mail. And the blow that gashed the shield should have shattered the blade. Yet not a notch showed in the Valusian steel! Surely this blade was forged by another people in another age!
Now the two giants leaped again to the attack and like double strokes of lightning their weapons crashed. Wulfhere� shield fell from his arm in two pieces as the Atlantean� sword sheared clear through it, and Kull staggered as the Northman� ax, driven with all the force of his great body, descended on the golden circlet about his head. That blow should have sheared through the gold like butter to
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