Exile's End: Day 8

Word Count: 48,004

Summary of Events:
Chapter 15:
Thårijn woke up early and was feeling distressed by the news that he was the Låstbøn and so he went and visited his stallion Græshädå, and then he went to work early. Æliyäu read through Gråvenwød and wondered about who exactly would become king of the Iøsenräl once their journey was over. Thårijn then went for a ride on Græshädå after work and ended up being chased by some Förstenräl and falling off of Græshädå.
Chapter 16:
Æliyäu watched the Förstenräl bring Thårijn back to Møkbæsted and prepare to kill him for fleeing from them, but Thårijn revived and stole a sword from one of the Förstenräl and duelled another. Thårijn then went back and put Græshädå away and got a ride home from Æliyäu due to his exhaustion from his injuries in falling from Græshädå. Æliyäu then got a doctor to care for Thårijn and ended up getting into a fight with Øbjen when he came along and wanted the doctor to leave Thårijn to die.

Excerpt of the Day:
"Reaching out, Thårijn tore the sword — a work of his people he could tell— from the soldier's hand and swung it around at the man nearest to him on the other side, striking it against the soldier's forearm.
The sword thudded against the armour and the soldier turned and looked at Thårijn, again with an expression of terror upon his face. Thårijn drew back the sword again, fixing his gaze on the neck of the soldier.
Before he could strike, the soldier drew out his sword and the two of them duelled on their offsides, reaching across their horses to strike blows at each other. Thårijn struck fiercely at the blade of his adversary, hoping that enough blows would succeed in breaking it, but his would remain in one piece — even though they were of the same quality, poorest.
Thårijn slashed his stolen blade, relishing in the sound of the metallic contact. He was sure that it would be a grand thing to fight in a real battle, but for now focused his attention on the duel he was currently engaged in.
The Förstenräl's fear seemed to have faded now, and his face was twisted with anger as he fiercely swung his blade at Thårijn, but Thårijn met his every blow as if he, too, had been trained as a soldier.
Then came the ringing sound and a clatter signifying a blade had broken, and Thårijn found to his pleasure that it was the blade of his opponent. Rearing his blade back, Thårijn readied to strike the head off of his opponent.
"Stay your hand!" a fierce, authoritative, and yet familiar voice shouted. Thårijn — even though he didn't want to — couldn't help but stop at the command. "We do not want our adversaries to sweep down upon us and rend us asunder before at last we can depart for our homeland!"
Thårijn turned and looked in front of Græshädå, the first person he picked out of the crowd was Æliyäu, mounted on horseback, his green eyes fixed determinedly on Thårijn with a ferocity he had never seen in them before.
"We want to have a hope of departure!" Æliyäu said. "Do not slay that man or we shall face a reprisal that we — grossly unarmed at this time — will not survive!"
Thårijn turned to look at the Förstenräl soldier. The soldier stared at him with twisted anger, holding out his broken blade as if it were whole. Seizing the back armour of the soldier at the neck, Thårijn thrust the sword down between the man and his armour.
"Consider yourself fortunate," Thårijn growled. He flashed a glare at Æliyäu and then nudged Græshädå away from the Förstenräl, manoeuvring him around the square and off towards the stables."

Græshädå: grey-shadow