With a deafening roar the Giants topped the hills on either side of the enemy and poured down into them, reinforced by many of The Children of Spirit.
20 The effect on the Trns was immediate and devastating. They panicked! They broke into small pockets, and some of them turned and fled for their camp. About half way to it their leader managed somewhat of a rally, but the Giants and The Children of Spirit broke over them like an angry wave.
21 It was here that Bold Fox fell. He had just sent one enemy to his god, when he did not see another one coming in from the left until it was almost too late. He tried to ward off the blow with his club, but missed. His opponent's club came smashing down on his hand, sending his own weapon flying. Bold Fox tried to bring his shield around, but his enemy blocked it with his own, and brought his club hard against the side of Bold Fox's head! That was the last thing he remembered for some time.
22 The rest of The Children of Spirit poured on after the enemy. So close were they on their heels, that the enemy did not have time to pull the bridges over the earthworks and The Children of Spirit poured into the camp.
23 Soon, what was left of the Trns were encircled and trapped. One of the Warlocks halted his people and called for the enemy's surrender. "What good would it do to surrender," asked the wounded leader,"if you are only going to kill us like you did our helpless brethren?"
24 "As a Warlock of Spirit," the other answered, "and a worshiper of The Lords Holy, I guarantee your lives. If you will lay down your arms, you will be ransomed back to your kin."
25 The enemy leader came forward carried by two of his men. He dropped his weapon at the Warlock's feet. "You will excuse me for not kneeling," he begged. The Warlock picked up the weapon, and motioned his men to take the prisoners.
26 "May we," asked the Tr leader, "gather our dead and dying?" The Children of Spirit took them out to do so, and began to gather their own wounded and dead.
27 While all this was happening Bold Fox recovered his senses. As he went to gain his feet, pain shot through his left hand. He looked down at it, cursed, tore a rag from a dead enemy nearby, and wrapped the wound. As he looked up, something caught his eye...the familiar helmet of a Giant lying under a pile of enemy dead. As fast as his wobbly legs would carry him, he rushed over. With his good arm he threw the bodies this way and that, undid his friend's helmet, and threw it aside, rolled him over, and saw the broken tip of a lance sticking from his stomach.
28 Bold Fox cleaned a space behind him, sat down, and pulled the Giant's head onto his lap. It was then he was aware of someone standing over him. He looked up to see a young Healer whose white robes were stained with blood. Without a word, the Healer sat down his kit and knelt beside the fallen Giant.
29 After a moment he stood up and shook his head. "It's driven clean through," he sighed, "I can feel the tip coming out his back. There's nothing that can be done. It's a wonder he's alive at all!" He took a vial of liquid from his kit, and very carefully made the Giant drink it. "That will help the pain," he said, "though I doubt he will even awaken. Let me see your hand."
30 "It's alright," argued Bold Fox, "nothing serious. Just leave me here. Go tend those that need you."
31 The Healer had no time to argue. He took a small cloth pouch from his kit and handed it to Bold Fox. "Put this under your tongue," he ordered. "That hand's numb right now, but when it wears off, you'll need that."
32 Bold Fox obeyed. The Healer was gone but a few minutes when Strong Wall began to stir. After a moment he opened his eyes. "Well," he said, "didn't know you liked being a pillow!"
33 "Be quiet," Bold Fox snapped, "rest."
34 "Good friend," the other answered, "in a short time I will truly rest with my Loved Ones. How did it go?"
35 Bold Fox looked off into the distance. "I think we won," he answered, "I see some of the enemy coming back this way under guard."
36 "Good," said Strong Wall. He caught sight of the bandage on Bold Fox's hand. "Bad?" he asked.
37 "Bad enough," replied Bold Fox.
38 The Giant began to shiver. "That's funny," he said, "I'm not cold! My friend, you have to promise me," he continued, "you must go to my city, get my mate. Take her to your home. See to my children. It has already been arranged that you would be their guardian, and you must take me home. I must not be buried in this foreign land. You must promise you will take me to The Mountain Of Fire, and throw me into the burning pit, where all my Ancestors have gone before me. Will you promise me this, that you will do these things?"
39 "As you have asked," Bold Fox promised, "I will do. Your kin are my kin, your blood is my blood. Whatever they need, that I will provide."
40 "Thank you," Strong Wall whispered. "Look, my friend!" he continued, "My Uncle comes to take me to That Next World! He is young and strong again. And my Father is with him. They are friends again. They come! They come!"
41 The Giant laid back his head, his eyes and mouth still open. It was many minutes before Bold Fox could bring himself to gently close the mouth and eyes. Again he became aware of somebody standing over him, and looked up to see two fighting men standing there. There were many now, moving around the battlefield, removing the dead and the wounded.

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