Chapter 29Outside beneath the pale moon, night blanketed Gunir. Borg stood cloaked by the Seidr and shadows. He would direct the conversation where it needed to go and had made up his mind hours ago where this day would end. He watched the Ljosalfr rise before the sun in his usual fashion. As the first of morning light crept over the trees, the Ljosalfr stepped into the morning and fed his horse then bid farewell to his sister who then lingered down the road toward the village. With hungry eyes, Borg watched the young woman and allowed his thoughts to stay with her a bit longer.
She was far from view before Borg lifted the cloaking spell and stepped into the pale, morning light. The Ljosalfr lifted his axe.
In mid-swing, Joren looked up from the freshly split wood, his face too placated
