Here’s what we know about the Northerners. They came in tall black ships that moved against the wind. They were pale and furless and spoke a language that sounded like breaking glass. They came when our cities were at their mightiest and plundered them and razed them to the ground. The survivors of their rapine were crammed into pens belowdecks, where they had to shit where they slept. They were hosed down like livestock and fed from troughs. The strong were taken away to slavery. The weak they took onto the barren northern beaches and sawed open their throats and butchered their corpses in full view of their wailing families. They smoked their flesh over sorcerous rocks that burned when ignited. They ate it sliced thin over black bread.
These are the things my parents are certain were true.
