Chapter 11Rune threw back his head, gulping down a fresh mouthful of mead. He stared into the fire until the light burned his eyes. Swallowing another mouthful, Rune ignored the boom of his chamber door as Joren slammed it into the wall, followed closely by Geirolf and Bergen.
“Rune! You're back!” Joren said, still wearing a layer of dust from the road over his riding armor.
“What is this Shadow Bergen talks about?” Geirolf roared behind Joren.
“And do we have news!” Joren said, speaking as he crossed the room.
“The Seidkona has possessed you with some sort of craft?” Geirolf said.
“Borg was here a week ago yesterday,” Joren continued. “He checks in once every fortnight.”
“What has she done to you?” the old man rambled, paying no mind to Bergen who sauntered along behind Joren, gentl
