23. The InspectionErin smoothed down the front of her tunic and slipped into the hardened leather breastplate that Odmund had found for her. It was bigger than her own, with none of the fine patterns etched into the surface, but she did not mind. Something a little worn around the edges would be better for the tasks ahead. Her fingers trembled as she tied the buckle at her side, wishing Marsaili or Niamh were there to help her. When Falkor had sent them away, had he realised that the sisters were more than mere bodyguards to her? Had he known and done it anyway?
She sighed and picked up her sword, belting it on over the top.
“Your Majesty?” came the call through her tent door.
Erin pushed open the flap and emerged into the morning light. She smiled at Eirik and Rab, hoping it hid her ne
