THE BARBARIAN AND THE AMAZONS by Susan Strict and John Savage
Tyr opened his eyes slowly. His head ached.
He had no idea where he was or what had happened to him.
He was looking straight up at the inside of a roof structure.
Had he been dreaming?
No, surely that was not his own house.
It seemed somehow distant, and there was something wrong with the shape of it, and…
At once, he was aware of someone near him.
Instinctively he tried to roll over rapidly and reach for his sword, and it was only then that he realized he could not move.
It was another few seconds before it dawned on him that he was tied, spread-eagled, and yet another few seconds before he registered the fact that he was completely naked.
Tyr fought the leather ties that held him, his body bucking and his muscles straining to break free or to pull the wooden stakes from the ground.
After ten minutes of putting every shred of strength into the task, he lay still, sweating and gasping with the exertion.
“You will not break free.”
The words startled him.
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