Bk 1, Ch 7: The Carrot and The Sword
Sigurd cleared his throat loudly a short distance away. Gently, I laid the girl’s head on the wooden planks and stood. Sigrid’s back was turned as he busied himself rifling through a basket of goods. “What is it, Sigurd?” “My Lord,” he responded, turning towards me. He must surely have seen and heard what had … Read more