Chapter 53The greens of Odinn's Riders streaked the sky with ribbons of light. In silence, they rode overhead as the Valkyrjur gathered their warriors for Valhalla. For a moment, Kallan grinned and wondered why she couldn't hear them. Soon they would send the Fallen off to sea in flame.
She could hear the boisterous drinking and merriment from Gunir's keep carry across the river as far as the vacant plains, where she stood alone with the remnants of Astrid. The Alfar had wasted no time opening the best barrels of mead and slaughtering the fattest of pigs, which seemed to cue the festivities that already had lasted for hours.
Despite the cause for celebration, Kallan's sorrow pulled her from the Great Hall as it burst with merriment. With heavy shoulders, she stood before Astrid's cold bo
