The Coastal Kingdoms of Olvion: Book Two of The Chronicles of Olvion Read Online Free PDF

witnessed such courage. 
    Even as he screamed his rage and skewered the retreating grey bastards with his lance, as he smashed and caved in sub-human skulls with his cavalry mace, Mattus cried.  His tears were for the shame of his kingdom and his admiration for the people of Olvion.
    So all things having been weighed, when it was announced that Olvion needed people to work the farms whose owners had been killed by the invasion, Mattus and Summ knew what they had to do.  The population of Olvion had suffered horribly from the war, and they needed people to work the fields, grow the food and get the economy of the kingdom working again.  The other three kingdoms were extending help in other ways, but it was people that were needed most.
    So Mattus and his family had become farmers and Olvioni farmers at that.  The still-present threat posed by the Grey Ones was accepted by the clan.  Mattus, pushing his fortieth summer was still a strong and vigorous man and Seeja, though only twenty-five, was a veteran of several battles with the Greys.  Under Mattus’ tutelage his two sons had developed skills with weapons that few, more seasoned warriors possessed.
    Even Toria was capable with “tooth and claw”, a particularly deadly combination of weapons consisting of a small knife, the claw, held in one hand and used in concert with a longer, more deadly blade, the tooth.  In combat a skilled practitioner of the art would flick the claw rapidly out and back inflicting numerous wounds until the victim started paying too much attention to the weapon.  Then a feint with the claw was replaced by a killing thrust with the tooth.  Someone with natural speed, such as Toria, was especially lethal with the skill.
    So Mattus’ family was better prepared than most to withstand an attack from Grey Ones should one occur. 
    Mattus swatted at an insect that buzzed around his head.  “There’s something else,” he said.
    Seeja cut his eyes over at his brother from where he still leaned.
    “You mean the hair?”
    “You noticed.”  Mattus kicked the stable wall.  “I’ve been in all of the four kingdoms.  Never have I seen anyone with yellow hair and beard.”
    Seeja nodded.  “And of course you know what that might indicate, Brother?”
    Before Mattus could answer they heard Toria calling them.  They walked back over to the house.  Toria stood in the shade of the building, leaning half outside.
    “Mother wants you,” she said as they walked up.
    All three went inside and back into Toria’s room where the stranger had been taken.  Entering, Mattus saw that the man had been cleaned and was now covered to the chest with a light blanket.  Summ sat on a wooden chair at bedside while Lonn was busy cleaning up the mess.  She had a pan of water on her lap, and she wrung out a cloth and patted the man’s forehead with it.  He looked like he was simply sleeping. 
    Summ spoke:  “He hasn’t moved or made a sound.  I can’t find any injuries, and he couldn’t have been out there long or he’d be burned by the sun.”  She paused to pat the man’s head with a freshly rinsed cloth.  “I assume you’ve noticed the color of his hair?”
    Mattus sighed and nodded.  “It would be difficult to ignore.  I’ve seen others, especially the female members of parliament and other people of means who have used chemicals to change the color of their hair to blue or red.”  Mattus stepped closer.  “But, Stars help me, this doesn’t look to be dyed.”
    Seeja leaned against the far wall and crossed his arms.  “Why don’t we say what we are thinking?  Is he The Legend?”
    Toria who had been lingering in the doorway suddenly stopped her fidgeting, and her eyes went wide.
    “Oh, Father, is he?” she asked.  “Could he be?”
    Mattus knelt closer to the stranger.  He examined the hair on his head and his beard.  He stood again and took in the size of the man.  The cot sagged under his weight, and his feet and