A fraught moment ensued. Embra had parted her lips to say, “I am in charge,” when an interruption occurred. Vanja came charging into the hall, pushing folks out of the way, a sword in her hand.
Ach, by Freya’s heart, this was just what Embra needed.
Vanja looked—insane. Her fair hair had escaped its plaits and her eyes were wild. She came with words pouring from her.
“Where is he? Where is he?” Focusing on Magnus Tolljursson the way a wounded cat might focus on its rival, she demanded, “Are you the one? The one who’s brought word of my father?”
Magnus Tolljursson stared, as did the handful of men he’d brought up from the boat with him.
He sounded calm though when he replied, “I am.”
“Where is he?” Vanja repeated and waved her weapon in Magnus Tolljursson’s face. Any man might be expected to back off. He did not, but held up his hands, empty of weapons.
Perhaps he did have balls the size of Odin’s head.
“Dead.” Magnus shot one inquiring look at Embra.
“My sis—” she began, only to have Vanja speak over her.
“Who killed him?” It was a howl of pain. “You?” again she waved the sword. “Was it you?”
Still, he did not step back though all of his men had their hands on their weapons, and had stepped up behind him.
Beside Embra, Runi chuckled.
“He died in battle on our shore, in Sorvagur.”
“By whose hand?”
“Does it matter?” Magnus spoke to Vanja as directly as she spoke to him, disregarding the pain that infused her voice. “Men who come to our shores seeking to defeat us must be prepared to die.”
Vanja blinked at him. “My brother, Gunnar?”
“He too breathed his last at Sorvagur.”
“Ach, by Tyr’s whiskers! I will avenge them. I swear to avenge them.”
Magnus’s men stirred and he narrowed his eyes, giving Vanja a dangerous look. “Mistress,” he bowed slightly, “as you wish.”
“Did you kill them?” She waved her sword in a wild arc. “Need I slay you?”
“I represent Sorvagur here. If you have scores to settle with anyone there, you must take it up with me.”
Ah, Embra thought upon a thrill of rare admiration. He knew not of what he spoke. No one in his right mind would take Vanja on. She was by turns heedless, cunning and treacherous.
A worthy daughter, in fact, of Friti Gunnarsson.
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