I Know That BladeThe Goliaths may be brutal, vindictive bastards, but they know how to throw a party.
The night flies as we drink and dine with the giants, and as the beer flows, Hildr becomes more and more beautiful. She sits hugging the Jarl, but more often than not, I catch her looking at me. When she's not suspiciously eyeing Eirik.
What the hell is she playing at?
The food is good, the drink is potent and Ragnwald is deep in conversation with Jagr. To break the ice and sound the waters underneath, I reach across the table to touch jugs with Hildr. She taps my jug and drinks deep. Then she rests her elbows on the table and leans close.
“Anything I can do for you, little man.”
I reach out and gather a handful of her curly red hair in my hand. It's thick and soft and smells of weapo
