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What Must Be Done
March 7, AD 643, Eoforwic
Wulfram crouched on the ground, deep in thought, the contact with the crow fading from his mind. The bird hopped away, cawed once, and then lurched into the air, flapping furiously for a moment until it regained its usual elegance of flight.
Wulfram ignored it. He stood up slowly, a frown on his face, his stomach clenching in sudden fear.
The late afternoon sun threw long shadows on the ground. A few yards away, Odda cut up wood, the solid thunk of the axe a counterpoint to his uneasy thoughts.
The harper was gone, vanished from his awareness, yet there was no way that should happen. He touched the amulet at his neck. Godric was chained to him, using the Undying. He should be able to find him easily through that bond.
Wulfram was under
