"Fear not my son, Artunae, for he will learn to accept my judgement."

Ten years later.....

Ergar watched as his war-bands swarmed onto the ramparts, bare breasted and fierce. Gargallo had given him land, and Ergar had taken to the Belgae with a fury. Nervii, Arbonae, Fugarii, they were all enslaved, taken to Tarhalle, or to the many other hill-forts in his land. The Parisii hill-fort was the largest hill-fort, aside from Tarhalle and that fat man, Artunae's hill-fort in Borgarii lands. That day, ten years ago, Ergar had watched as Gargallo had given away his chance for an easy life.
Now, as King of Tarhalle, and High King of the Tarhallii lands, he could exact revenge on Artunae, and his kin.
Turning his attention to the hill-fort, the last fort of the Udobarii. The first men had gone across, and the rest swarmed over. More slaves for the market, for the land, for his small harem, and for his army. Slaves, rather than down-trodden, were given a chance.
Swear to Teutone, god of war, and take an oath to Ergar. Trained with sword and spear, with horse and shield, the warriors were "Oath-Soldiers" of Grasold. They were given wolf pelts, bronze swords, two hunting spears, a horse, a round shield, and a fief of land for duties to the High King. Children were taken from hill-forts and made into Grasold.
Ergar rode through the town, watching as the cone-houses were ransacked, pelts containing gold and bronze were hauled away, men chained, women raped, and the town pillaged.


Artunae rode through the slave market in Tarhalle, picking out the youngest boys. Most were between seven and eight, the youngest already taken by Ergar, Girlagae, his high war chief, and the war chiefs that followed Ergar. Already Artunae had a fair sized corp of Grasold, nearly 5,000 of them, Ergar having 7,000. However, Artunae had another 4,000 in the city of Dunaradee, in the Northern Island. He had negotiated with the tribes along Cornwallae, and had taken a town for his own, built a fort, and garrisoned his men there. The tin trade had given him a healthy treasury, and the plentiful wheat farms had only supplemented that.
Artunae had prospered in the ten years. His wives had given him ten strapping sons, and numerous daughters. The king Faratane had married one of his eldest daughters, secure their friendship. Now Artunae sought to mend his fence with Ergar, paying homage at the yearly High King's Feast.

As darkness descend, Ergar watched as the kings took their seats. A large table was set, with hundreds of platters of food. Goose, deer, cattle, horse, fish, apples, Greek olives, snails, and much more. The High King's Feast also featured homage, paid in bronze spearheads, inscribed with the name of the king. Ergar then began the feasting. Hours of feasting, beer, Greek wine, Etruscan wine, Iberian beer, Northern Island beer, and more. Finally, the homage.
First was Faratane, then Scribala, son of Scargolii. Dudenae, Girlagae, Hudernara, lord of the Nervii lands. Last was Artunae. As he approached, the hall fell silent, as the man approached, bearing a gift of a gold torc as well as the spearhead.
"O lord, High King Ergar, lord of eastern sea shores, southern Island, Parisii, Belgae, lands that stretch to the Rhine! I pay thee homage, and bring a gift, a portion of my wealthy, golden torc."
"Artunae, I am honored by such a gift. However, I fear that your payment for your fealty is paltry. I ask for a simple gift, one that you would find small. I gift you with a choice. Give me Borgarii, and your Grasold, sacrifice your sons to Teutone, and your treasury."

Artunae was startled by the request, then angered.
'What of my service to your hall? I have given my taxes, and sometimes more. I have built hundreds of houses in Tarhalle, and sacrifice bulls to your health!"
"I want your land, or you shall pay, Artunae!"