It was nearing sunset before Sven and his men finished tidying up the site of the skirmish. Sven reflected it couldn't even be properly called a fight. There was no fighting done, it was a bloody massacre.
Their victory had a downside: it left them with plenty of baggage. They talked about making a crude sled. One man would pull and another push, and they'd both lift the sled as necessary to pass over obstacles.
But making a sled involved staying where they were for the night and part of the next day. In the end, Sven said:
"We can leave some of the stuff here, and retrieve it later. That, or we turn into fucking camels and carry it all. I'm ready to turn into a camel."
