They came before dawn, silent as wraiths and deadly as rattlesnakes.
By the time the men were aware of danger they were having their throats cut by soundless assassins.
The raiders herded women and children into the grassy bailey, where the systematic butchery began. Old women and male children first. Then young female children and plain women.
In the end there was naught left but prime bloodstock and the leader signed for the slaughter to cease.
“Slaves for sale.” His smile was like the cut of a whip.
Morgana spat in his face.
He had them all killed for that.