The water rippled faintly in the torch-light.
The water rippled faintly in the torch-light. Muffled sounds emanated from beyond the end of the tunnel. The noise grew louder and louder. Those of us inside the tunnel sat silent, breathing through our mouths in fear of the faintest whisper. Daggers and chainmail glinted in the soft orange light. After an eternity, a pick sprouted from the clay at the …
Varangian Chronicler
Stories and articles from the Byzantine Empire & her neighbors