THIRTY-THREE
"Skadi," Rudolf breathed.
For a moment, Reidar saw what Rudolf did. The blood-spattered girl could have been a goddess from the old faith. Skadi, goddess of the hunt...but also the goddess of justice, vengeance and righteous anger.
"I belong to no man. Not even your king. Who owes me a bite of that beast, once his cooks are done with it."
Reidar laughed aloud at this girl's courage. Armed with a knife before a dozen mounted knights, she showed no fear whatsoever. But a girl who could take on a full-grown boar with nothing more than a dagger was a force to be reckoned with. A huntress indeed.
And yet...she seemed familiar somehow. Something about the proud set of her head, as she dropped neither bow nor curtsey as she met his gaze. Almost as though she considered herself
