Szejmus squatted in the mud. With nought but a few fields between himself and home, he was jittery. Sure, the lads had all broken off and made their ways home. And there was the old place off in the distance. Still, doesn't it pay to be careful now? Many's the time a Varköszi has returned home to be greeted with a light sprinkling of arrows from the feckers who're moving in. Mayhap Szejmus and his kin got the homestead that way in the first place. But that's by the by now isn't it. There wa