“Njord,” I called out. My friend could not hear me over the furnace and banging of his hammer. “Njord!” He stopped his hammer looking up at me with a smile.
“Glad to see you're up and walking about. Did you sleep well?”
“Indeed, I did.” Piles of arrows were strewn about the outside of the forge. Njord had been working tirelessly on arrow heads, while the other men shaved down wood for the stingers and attached the feathered fletching. Njord carried large black circles under his eyes and I doubted that he had slept during the night.
“And you, brother? Did you sleep?” He smiled and wiped the sweat from his brow.
“No, we were at it all night. The forge has never worked so hard. I had to send Blidr with several servants to fetch more iron. By day's end, we shall have all the arrows you nee
