The thundermakers came for the king on the final day.
Garrok had been watching the palace compound's walls from the command position that the barbarian advance's eighth day had established at the intersection two hundred paces from the compound's northern gate. The warchief's jaw wound ached with the sustained dull pain that the Sixth Realm's diminished healing produced when the wound's scar tissue was stressed by the jaw's movement and the jaw's movement was required for the commands that the warchief's voice delivered continuously.
