They all peered across the fire to see what he was pointing at. A small scar, really, just under his bottom rib, in the hollow besides his stomach.
'Doesn't look like much,' said Luthar.
Logen shuffled round to show them his back. 'There's the rest of it,' he said, jerking his thumb at what he knew was a much bigger mark besides his backbone.
There was a long silence while they took it in.
'Right through?' murmured Longfoot.
'Right through, with a spear. In a duel, with a man called Harding Grim. Damn lucky to be alive, and that's a fact.'
'If it was in a duel,' murmured Bayaz, 'how did you come out alive?'
Logen licked his lips. His mouth tasted bitter. 'I beat him,'
'With a spear through you?'
'I didn't know about it until afterwards.'
- Before They Are Hanged, Part II, Scars