A man comes from behind and tells Jordan Korg.
Man: Herbert has escaped, King Jordan.
Jordan: Of course, he has. Well, go and find him…
Somewhere far from Kattegat, the sun shines cold upon Mason Ironside, who's crossing a lake of ice. And somewhere far from Kattegat, the men of Frankia plot with the women of Frankia against the other men of Frankia. And somewhere far from Kattegat, a prince of Wessex endeavors to save a captured Queen of Mercia. But perhaps none of that matters. For here, in Kattegat, a man has escaped. Herbert is gone, gone, gone: The old friend, the traitor, now on the run from his own people. "Well?" says Jordan Korg, his breakfast disrupted. "Go find him."
While Herbert runs away - up the mountains, through the rapids, over the river and through the woods - the lo
