Noon approached like a running horse. Einar Ravnson protected the sun from his eyes with one hand, then blew the whistle to call back the hawk. The bird of prey returned with a hare on it's claw and Grimbold, thane of Grimslade nodded approvingly before turning his attention back to Hraidar. Few matched the thunderous voice of the experienced traveller, but when Grimbold's words made him look even larger than he already was.
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