[ WP ] The story of a great warrior who fears no man , but is terrified of talking to women .

They came in the night. The village was n't large but the village was n't small. We'd barricaded what wanted barricading but left the village gates open and inviting. They did not stand a chance, not when we knew the terrain. And the terrain was a maze. They knew we would not surrender, but they could not burn us out when what they wanted was the food and the women, the village itself. Snow covered everything, we rubbed it onto the walls until it was slick with ice. Fire was used strategically, bottles of the most potent brew were shared with our guests, not all of them were to get blazed. Arrows, spears, we slaughtered them. The fires could not be ignored for long, even during winter, I led the men out to finish what remained of them. Our numbers were equal but they were in shock, and we were methodical in our dispatching of them. I deflected a spear thrust that would surely have killed the man. He looked at me with thanks. Fires were doused. The bodies left until morning. The villagers, exhausted and strained, tried to rest. Those who could not were on guard duty or were sitting by the fire quietly, some slipped away in their pairs. There are many women here who might have me. None would refuse me. The wife of the man I saved, she glances at me nervously. It is a custom that if you save a life then they must grant you a request. Often this involves the sharing of women. Indeed the villagers know they are in my debt and it is expected that I will indulge and enjoy their hospitality. This is not the first village I have fought for nor will it be the last. I am known as a great warrior, and fearless. And many women I have shared nights beside. All came to me unsought. For I can not bear to see a tear or hear pleading words for it will snare my thoughts to those whom I once had care. 

