"Torchlight flickers in the dark doorway — they're alive! They've returned! Only through great effort do I mai

"Torchlight flickers in the dark doorway — they're alive! They've returned! Only through great effort do I maintain my calm exterior, as a decent chieftain should. But as they come out into the light... Oh, Gorum! Without further thought of dignity, I rush toward them. They're wounded, exhausted. They carry three of their fellows on their shoulders. My daughter is among those being carried."