BURNED - Chapter I
- "To your left!"
Jorah turned on his heels, bringing his sword up to protect his face and torso, just in time to stop an small axe made of rusted steel. The two weapons clanged against one another, but the young Mormont barely noticed the sound. The fighting was going on all around them, the armored men and women of Bear Island against the ragged but well-armed wildlings who had invaded their lands and raided their farms. There were shoutings and the sounds of metal against metal, and the wailings of wounded people too. It was surprising how Jorah was able to ignore all those sounds when he was fighting, and still never missed that one familiar voice when it was calling him. A voice that had saved him many times.
The wildling who had almost cut his head into two with his axe had an angry and desperate look on his face, as if he held Jorah responsible for all his miseries. He would have had compassion for him, but the man and his companions had attac