The ancient barrows and combes of Ytene, thought destroyed and plundered long ago, brought forth the respite of the Jutes: for it was from the remains of the great ones lost far below that the Ettenwihtas rose, timeworn maybe but still strong and dutiful. At first resistant to the fabrications of the corpse-wakers, the souls of Bānbreca and other giant creatures of cracked bone soon understood their purpose and their future: free to walk upon the earth again, yet bound to the lives of those who, in their desperation, had seemingly worked the impossible. The Ettenwihtas may remember little of a life where they breathed air and drank water, but what they can remember serves the Jutes well, for the breadth of their axes and the might behind them cleaves both the convictions and the souls from their enemies.
