The spirits have been warned, and the warriors called.

The warrior quietly called his companions over and pointed out the crumbs.

"Tell me what the warriors call that monument you've got at the end of the parade ground."

The warrior seeks impeccability in his own eyes and calls that humbleness.

It was not what warriors call a good fight.

"That's right," called another warrior, from elsewhere in the assemblage.

Together they sought out Fyodor, for only a warrior could call a Thing.

The warrior called Tolga was gone, destroyed, and the prisoners in his vessel along with him.

The other warrior called after him, "Make your horse take it slow and easy as you cross.

Two warriors locked the arms of a young woman who writhed, kicked, cursed them and called on her God.