There were six spears buried in his gut and he yet lived. The Saxons at the end of the shafts trembled as he stood and pulled them closer. He killed two before three ran. He grabbed the last by the neck and laughed until death finally took him. In a world of shadow and darkness he stood alone, looking at his body on the ground with his intestines festooned across the spearheads. He touched his stomach and felt his body whole and together. A gold light shown down upon him and from above descended a woman of ten-feet with a pair of wings at her back. She wore the head of a wolf like a crown and held a great boar spear as she reached out for his hand. He took it and from the earth they ascended in the cosmos, his world growing smaller with every light-year.