“or was it? . . . They had arrived on Small Island following a storm that had kept them landlocked in the market town of Kaupang. And now there was no one to be found on the island. “This is probably another of Thork’s warped attempts at humor. My instincts were correct at the start. We have come on this wild chase for naught.” Tykir had been griping ever since his longship had left the wharves at Dragonstead. More so when they’d had to stay another day in Kaupang to avoid the storm. ... “Blather, blather, blather,” was Alinor’s response, although she was disappointed, as well. Of course she was. But, unlike her husband, she didn’t immediately lay the blame on Thork’s shoulders. She had insisted on coming ashore with Tykir and some of his seamen, along with Starri, Guthrom, and Selik. All they’d discovered was a ramshackle hut that had been damaged by the storm, remnants of a vegetable garden, and evidence that someone had been living on the small island until recently.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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