“We have weapons, food, and water. What more do we need, old man? Any man who goes Viking knows he is already a dead man, for if he does not then he is a fool,” replied Jareth. The men laughed loudly pounding their fists against the ship.
“Silence yourselves. Your lack of respect shames our ancestors and shames your families as well,” said the Seer sharply.
“Quiet!” I demanded holding back laughter. “Quiet, let the old man speak his peace.” The men stopped their taunting and listened carefully.
“I have had a vision, a vision brought to me by the gods themselves, a vision in blood!” The wind began to move quickly and howl. “The gods honor you, Audan, and you, Jareth, sons of Rurik; but know this, they will not continue to do so without great sacrifice.” A cold feeling crept over my neck
