“Well do I see,” whispered Jarl Gearth to Asgarth, taking him aside, “that thy heroic heart suffers as does mine under this weighty burden of peace. Men such as we can profit little in such times. Thus do I suggest that we provoke a war with the Sarranids, and thereby open a fresh path to glory and renown.”
“Good idea,” complied Asgarth.
“Excellent,” glowered Jarl Gearth. “Go and attack a Sarranid caravan somewhere near their borders, and make it known who was responsible, and such an outrage will surely provoke war.”
"The king won't like it," cautioned Asgarth.
"The king can suck the spiny tendrils of the demented nymph-beast of the mountains of Lazaroth!"
The two men laughed lustily together, guffawing and slapping each other’s backs in a masculine fashion, as they hatched their scheme.
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