Skorri receives his orders
Skorri dropped the hem of his tunic and spun around to snarl, “I’m in here!”
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Eirik faces his wife
Eirik only managed to croak, “Wait here,” before he dashed into the ruddy gloom of the smithy, his throat already burning with bile.
Sigrid sees another face
Sigrid had tied her cloak so tightly that her heart seemed to be battering itself against the knot in a frantic attempt at escape. Her shoulders and breast were covered safe and snug, but it only made the rest of her feel all the more exposed.
Eithne is sorrier still
Eithne found she could only laugh, now that Cian had picked himself up off the floor and Flann had seen that Liadan was safe and had stopped her shrillest screaming for Osh and the Lord to come to her aid.
Eithne is very sorry
As soon as the door was cracked wide enough for her bulging belly, Sweetdew trotted in and heaved herself down at Eithne’s feet like a little guardian lion. Eithne did not think this a promising sign.
Eirik hatches a new hatred
Eirik had heard much laughter since he had been captured—none of it friendly, of course, but at least the frank, respectful laughter of men who knew that but for the fickleness of fortune, they and he might have been standing on the opposite sides of the bars. Eirik had taken many hostages and won many ransoms in his time, and he had laughed the same bold laughter himself.
Sigrid learns what men will do
Sigrid’s most vivid impressions of her capture and captivity had been of hands. She, a lady, a daughter and sister of knights and cousin of a king, had never known how free men’s hands could be with a woman they did not respect and whose family they did not fear.
Sigrid takes up the sword
The horn had sounded only once; no ships had landed, and the single sail had belonged to an unfamiliar, deep-drafting modern ship that could not have run up onto the gravel beach even if its captain had desired.
Araphel is called a coward
No one as clever as Amarel could read that slowly. He turned the pages briskly enough, but then he would stare at them so long he could only have been daydreaming, hazy-eyed and heavy-headed, until he would jolt himself back into the moment and hastily turn another page.
Sebastien’s nervous hands were itching to snatch up his book and fling it into the fire.
Ralf offers all he has
Ralf had not been with the King, but he did not appreciate being called away from his work nevertheless, and certainly not for nothing. There was no one in the hall but his cats.
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