Chapter 48“Geirolf!” Rune cried across the courtyard, desperate to find the healer among the chaos.
The stench of the wounded filled the air as Rune joined with the screams of mourners. Wave upon wave of Alfar poured into the courtyard, too wounded to drag their broken bodies further while others collapsed with the last of their strength.
“The wounded!” Rune cried as Torunn came running. “Get them inside! And find me Geirolf!”
Pandemonium filled the square as a handful of healers directed women to collect those in dire need of immediate care.
“We have the Hall ready!” Torunn said, flying from one soldier to the next, assessing lacerations, burns, and missing limbs. Soldiers clambered up the stone steps into the Hall, combining their strength with that of a comrade so they could walk at
