The Wizard And the Warlord
“With a numb feeling, he watched the tremendous fire leaping high into the gray sky. At midday it still burned, lifting a column of black smoke into the sky like a banner.
At last he gathered a few possessions, remembering Bogmoddr and Snjolfr waiting at the boatstands. Knowing he was probably too late, he hurried anyway, hoping they had seen the smoke and guessed that Thorarna had died. Leaving her unburned and unburied would have been unthinkable. But perhaps they had thought trolls had burned... the house.
After hurrying the four miles to the harbor, he found his hopes were dashed when he reached the empty boatstands. Bogmoddr and his boats were gone, leaving nothing behind except an old basket which had burst. The thrifty housewife had transferred the contents to another container, wasting only one seed cake that had fallen in the wet sand. Sigurd turned away with an effort, knowing he was not likely ever to see another trace of human occupation on the grim shores of Thongullsfjord. As he gazed out to sea in bitterest desolation, he Heard the voices from the cliffs begin a chorus of hoarse chuckles, as if they possessed a great secret, warning Sigurd that the day would soon be spent.MoreLess
At last he gathered a few possessions, remembering Bogmoddr and Snjolfr waiting at the boatstands. Knowing he was probably too late, he hurried anyway, hoping they had seen the smoke and guessed that Thorarna had died. Leaving her unburned and unburied would have been unthinkable. But perhaps they had thought trolls had burned... the house.
After hurrying the four miles to the harbor, he found his hopes were dashed when he reached the empty boatstands. Bogmoddr and his boats were gone, leaving nothing behind except an old basket which had burst. The thrifty housewife had transferred the contents to another container, wasting only one seed cake that had fallen in the wet sand. Sigurd turned away with an effort, knowing he was not likely ever to see another trace of human occupation on the grim shores of Thongullsfjord. As he gazed out to sea in bitterest desolation, he Heard the voices from the cliffs begin a chorus of hoarse chuckles, as if they possessed a great secret, warning Sigurd that the day would soon be spent.MoreLess
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