Chapter 50A stream of smoke rose from Rune's pipe as Rune gazed out his chamber window. Across the Klarelfr, a handful of men collected the dead onto pyres. Rows of smoke pillars rolled to the sky. He had listened with Joren, Torunn, Geirolf, Bergen, and Kallan as Daggon quoted Gudrun's words back perfectly.
“She said nothing more?” Rune asked, lowering the bit from his lips.
Daggon shook his large, red head. His scars flickered like shadows across the firelight.
“I did as she instructed.” Regret filled his words.
“A sleeping spell.” Rune stared with disbelief, mulling over the success rate in his head. “You want to put the entire army to sleep?”
“We've done it before,” Kallan assured him, remembering Thorold's army.
“Will it cover Forkbeard's forces as well?” Bergen asked, less conc
