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moving in a surprisingly short time--although it's not all that
surprising, if you stop and think about it. The Alorns of that era
were semi-nomadic in the first place, so they were always ready to move
on--largely, I think, because of their deep-seated aversion to
orderliness. Prehistoric Alorns kept messy camps, and they found the
idea of moving on to be far more appealing than the prospect of tidying
up.

Anyway, we marched south, passing through the now-deserted lands of the
Arends and the Tolnedrans. It was about midsummer when we reached the
country formerly occupied by the Nyissans. We began to exercise a
certain amount of caution at that point. We were getting fairly close
to the northern frontier of the Angaraks, and it wasn't very long
before we began to encounter small, roving bands of the Children of
Torak.

Alorns have their faults--lots of them--but they are good in a fight.

It was there on the Angarak border that I first saw an Alorn
berserker.

He was a huge fellow with a bright red beard, as I recall. I've always
meant to find out if he might have been a distant ancestor of Barak,
Earl of Trellheim. He looked a lot like Barak, so there probably was
some connection. At any rate, he outran his fellows and fell
singlehandedly on a group of about a dozen Angaraks. I considered the
odds against him and started to look around for a suitable grave site.
As it turned out, however, it was the Angaraks who needed burying after
he finished with them. Shrieking with maniacal laughter and actually
frothing at the mouth, he annihilated the whole group. He even chased
down and butchered the two or three who tried to run away. The
children of the Bear God, of course, stood there and cheered.

Alorns!

The frothing at the mouth definitely disconcerted my companion, though.
It took me quite some time to persuade her that the red-bearded
berserker wasn't really rabid. Wolves, quite naturally, try to avoid
rabid creatures, and my little friend was right on the verge of washing
her paws of the lot of us.

Our encounters with the Children of the Dragon God grew more frequent
as we drew nearer and nearer to the High Places of Korim, which at that
time was the center of Angarak power and population. We managed to
obliterate a fair number of walled Angarak towns on our way south, and
the reports filtering in from our flanks indicated that the other races
involved in our assault on Torak's people were also destroying towns
and villages as we converged on Korim.

The engines devised by Belmakor and Beldin worked admirably, and our