Source: ROTK bookverse
Slowly, Ragnvald led the way, skirting the heaps of the slain. He had bound up his companion’s wounds, but they needed to find the healers. The oliphaunt’s tusks had opened a gash along his shoulder and breast.
As they edged past the creature’s mangled hulk, the other trembled and sweated.
“Steady now,” Ragnvald said. “It is dead and can do no more harm. See, we are nearly past it.”
His companion shuddered and blew out his breath in an uneasy sigh.
“Would that this once I could bear you on my back,” Ragnvald murmured as he stroked the horse’s muzzle.