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FREE WARRIOR SCARLET PDF Rosemary Sutcliff,Charles Keeping | 40 pages | 01 Jan 1995 | Farrar, Straus & Giroux Inc | 9780374482442 | English | New York, United States Warrior Scarlet - Wikipedia Warrior scarlet, p. Warrior Scarlet, page 1. Drem must kill a wolf single handed. But how can he do this with his spear arm withered and useless? It is a description that could stand, without much alteration, for Homeric Greece; and that, I think, is the secret of the magic. Far rougher and more primitive than the Greek, of course, but a Heroic Age, all the same, though the heroes are forgotten. But this story is not about Kings or heroes or battles not even a Heroic Age could be all heroes and fighting and there Warrior Scarlet no chariots in it, because when I came to write it down, I found that although the Golden People had ponies, it was the next wave of invaders who brought chariot warfare into Britain. It is the story of a boy Warrior Scarlet Drem, who lived with his Tribe on what is now the South Downs, nine hundred years before the birth of Christ. His land and his people were not cut off from the rest of the world; the Baltic amber and blue Egyptian beads that the archaeologists find today in Bronze Age grave mounds show that clearly Warrior Scarlet. But probably he never heard much of what went on in the world beyond his own hunting runs; a world in which Troy had fallen three hundred years ago, and Egypt was already past its greatest days, and a hollow among the hills by the ford of a rather muddy river had still more than a hundred years to wait before wild Latin herdsmen pitched their tents there and founded Rome. He was naked save for a sheepskin belted around his waist, and on the Warrior Scarlet brown skin of his sides and shoulders showed the puckered silvery lines of more than one wolf-scar. Two great herd dogs lay beside him; one old and wise and grey-muzzled like himself, one young and gangling; and a boy of about nine summers old squatted at his feet, playing with the ears of the young one. The boy also was half naked, but his kilt was of rough woollen stuff dyed with the red-brown crotal dye, and in all other ways he was as Warrior Scarlet from the old man as though they came from different worlds; the skin of his broad, hot-tempered face—of his Warrior Scarlet body—freckle-dusted and fair, his hair the colour of polished copper, and his eyes grey with golden flecks in them; eyes that would seem when he was excited or angry to be all gold. Below him the turf of the steep combe-side was laced with criss-cross sheep-tracks, and the faint formless cropping sounds of the flock at the bottom came up to him along the ground. Far off and lower down on the other side of the combe, he could see the tiny figures of Flann and his dogs, on watch also over the sheep. Flann whistled to one of the dogs, and the sound came clear across the combe, a tiny, shining arrow-point of sound in the great quietness. A little warm wind came up from the south, trailing the cloud shadows after it across the Marshes and up the slow-gathering slopes of the Chalk, thyme-scented and sea-scented and swaying the heads of the blue scabious flowers all one way. The shadow of a hawk swept across the turf below him, and the sun was hot on his head: the day was good. He liked it up here on the High Chalk with Doli and the others of the shepherd kind. Several times this summer and last, since his legs grew long enough for the journey, he had come up, and spent a Warrior Scarlet, or two nights, with Warrior Scarlet sheep. It was good. Drem screwed his head over his shoulder to grin at the old man. Tell me more about the wolves. Tell me how you came by that long scar on your ribs. Nothing else about him moved. He never moved without need. I have told Warrior Scarlet all the stories and the dreams that are of my people, save for those which may not be told. I have told you about Corn King, and Earth Mother; and I have told you how Tah-Nu, the Father of my people, in a land where the sun casts no shadows, dreamed a dream of the north, Warrior Scarlet how he hollowed out the trunk of a great tree and put into it his woman and his child Warrior Scarlet his hunting dog and a basket of barley seed, and paddled after the dream across the Warrior Scarlet Water, and how he came to this land after many days, and sprang Warrior Scarlet and found that he had grown a shadow. Surely I am a great teller of stories, but even I must have rest. Maybe when you come again I shall have found in my head another story. So they set us to tend their herds, and sometimes they took our Warrior Scarlet to tend their Warrior Scarlet and bear their sons; and in a while and a while and a while we became, in some sor t, one people. Then you came, as it might be yesterday, Warrior Scarlet treated the children Warrior Scarlet the giants as they had treated us. But Doli was different. And all these things Warrior Scarlet bad; yet he would be a fool who spent his life grieving for such things. It seemed that the time had come to be on his way again. Maybe I will come again Warrior Scarlet barley harvest. But if I do not, then surely I will come up and help with the droving when the time comes to bring the flock down at Samhain. You have a way with the sheep; and it is in my heart that you would make none so ill a shepherd. I shall be a warrior, after the Warrior Scarlet of my kind. Yet when I am Warrior Scarlet man I shall come up with my kind also, when the time comes to keep the Wolf Guard in the winter nights. Drem flushed, still laughing. But I will come back before barley harvest. He did Warrior Scarlet stop Warrior Scarlet talk to Warrior Scarlet, who was a surly little man with small round eyes like Warrior Scarlet beads, but went on at a steady wolf-trot, heading for home. The Warrior Scarlet was westering as he came dipping down into the steep combe that sheltered the home steading; and all the great, rounded, whale-backed masses of the downs were pooled and feathered with coolness, the shadows of a stunted whitethorn tree reaching across half a hillside, every rise and hollow of the land that did Warrior Scarlet show at all when the sun was high casting its own long, liquid shadow across the gold. He entered the steading garth by way of a weak place he knew of in the thorn hedge, instead of going round to the gateway that faced towards the corn-land down the combe, and made his way between the byre and the shelter where the two-ox plough was kept. Drustic must be out hunting, since there was no sign of Warrior Scarlet about the farm-land, and would scarcely be home by dusk; but his mother and the Grandfather would be there, and Blai. As he reached the back wall of the house-place and saw the familiar strip of warm darkness where the roof turf had been rolled back to let in more air and light, the idea suddenly woke in him that it would be fun to get in that way and drop on them like an earwig out of Warrior Scarlet thatch when they did not know that he was anywhere near. The roof of the house-place came down to within elbow height of the ground all round, and the Warrior Scarlet was not very steep, but the sun- dried turf was slippery, and so it was not as easy to climb up as Warrior Scarlet looked. He managed it, however, working his way up with infinite care until he Warrior Scarlet reach the edge of the opening, and after that it was easy. He drew himself up a little farther, then shifted his grip and slipped through between the rafters that showed in the gap, found a Warrior Scarlet hold inside, and next instant, all without a sound—for few people could move more silently than Drem when he chose—was lying full length along the edge of Warrior Scarlet loft floor. The half-loft in the crown of the Warrior Scarlet was full of warm, Warrior Scarlet shadows through which the bar of fading sunlight from the gap in the roof fell like a golden sword. There was a warm smell of must and dust, and the sharper, aromatic tang of the dried herbs hanging in bundles from the rafters, and the animal smell of the skin rugs laid aside there until the winter. Spare farm tools were stacked deep under the eaves, and the raw, grey-brown bundles of wool from the last clip, and the wicker kists in which the Warrior Scarlet kept their clothes and gear. Harness hung among the herbs, and a smoked bear ham; and there, too, were the two-handled Warrior Scarlet full of honey that kept the household Warrior Scarlet sweetness from one bee harvest to the next.