The Sacrifice“Let's make torches for all of us and move in a line through the forest. God will show us the way,” Oder suggested.
He, Ambjorn and Vierra sat as close as they could to the flaming fireplace. Alf was crouching by the master's body. It was impossible to tell from his face whether he was feeling joy, sorrow, fear or suffering. Maybe a bit of all.
Vierra looked at the silent man and a chill ran through her. That was the end of the road she was walking, too. In the end, s*****y led you either to death, or to becoming like Alf, lost who-knows-where.
“You have seen for yourself what happens to those who escape,” Vierra argued. “They do not get any further than a stone's-throw into the forest. And definitely not far enough not to be heard from here.”
“He got here,” Oder said and
