Chapter 21Bergen closed the door of Rune's chambers behind him, not bothering to soften the heavy clump of his boot as he walked.
“Rune,” he called through the dark, void of the usual joviality that accompanied him. “Are you still staring at the ceiling?” he asked, coming to stop at the foot of the bed, where Rune had stretched out onto his stomach.
“Hm.”
A wad of folded vellum notes rested beside Rune's hand, allowing Bergen to read the scribbled line:
Bound by ancient birth… Silver sea… Aesir sing
The vellum was folded where Bergen couldn't read the next line and then:
…lost…crown King. Lost King…Gold crown.
And again…
…void devours night. K…
Bergen relaxed his hand onto his hilt and grinned.
“Oh, you've got it bad if you're writing prose,” he mumbled where Rune couldn't hear.
