Opravy

A Veil Left in a Frozen Plain

• Howard’s The Frost Giant’s Daughter, which is probably the Sword and Sorcery tale (that’s actually the way this particular genre is called) I like the most.

• Obviously I won’t be as brilliant as Bob Howard has been, but I am sure you’ll forgive me because of that.

• One more thing: again, I want to point out very clear that I am not trying to steal anyone’s tale or characters, this is just an exercise which I’ve done basing myself on a work by Robert E. Howard. Part one.

• There is a brooding silence all around the snow field, a frosty, silvery landscape once charming and now darkened with a gloomy atmosphere, also filled with mutilated red-haired corpses everywhere.

• In that illimitable, white plain, two figures stand upright; both are mighty warriors built powerfully as fierce gladiators, forged in the slaughter of battle.

• Both many times escaped at the deathly embrace of the Reaper, being themselves skilled slayers.

• He stands with his feet planted in the snow like an iron statue, ignoring the growing sick weariness due to the fighting.

• Beardless, inscrutable in his black cloak and cold as snow itself, he glares with his wolfish blue eyes at the other figure right in front of him, Heimdulof the red hair.

• Heimdul is also shieldless, yet armoured with a mailed corselet and holds in his hands a sharpened long axe.

• His locks of beard are red just like his hair, red as an early and naked dawn running on the snows.

• Shaking his head like a lion might shake his mane, with a roar Heimdul slowly starts speaking to Conan....