Asgarth the Invincible: Chapter XIX

And so our hero found a caravan of Sarranid merchants in the south, and rode them down, and put them to the sword to the last man, woman and camel, and stole their chattels and money, and left their broken bodies littering the parched desert sands, and returned with his merry band to Sargoth, where King Ragnar was not impressed and told him to stop behaving like an arsehole. “This is bullshit,” muttered Asgarth, lowering his voice respectfully in the regal presence of the king.

“But I see that your fame is spreading,” conceded King Ragnar. “Thus do I confer unto you, my loyal follower, the fiefdom of Mechin. You are to have all its lands and resources to dispose of as you see fit, and you are to be the liege lord of its occupants. May you treat them with compassion and justice.”


“Thanks,” rendered Asgarth.

“One more thing,” promulgated King Ragnar. “We’re about to declare war on the Swadians. Our marshal, Jarl Aedin, wishes to raise an army of all the lords and march on Suno and put it to the torch. Asgarth, lord of Mechin,” he emitted, leaning close and placing a firm hand on the hero’s shoulder, looking him in the eye with a gaze of regal steel, “will you join us?”

“All right,” expressed Asgarth, his chest swelling with pride at being asked to join the king on his campaign. He was definitely on the right track now.