Five: TrepidationWe headed south once more on an unusually clear day of sailing. I breathed in the fresh air deeply and gazed happily at the horizon. Edni was no more than a day's sail away but with the change in seasons the sunset would be fast approaching. If the rumors were true, I would rather not arrive in the dead of night. Monsters have a way of owning the darkness, of thriving in it, and we men are but guests in its dismal veil.
“You look troubled,” remarked Jareth.
“I am vexed, brother, by the warnings of an old man and the promises of a god.” Jareth stepped towards me, too close for comfort. His eyes looked me up and down as if to size me up for a fight.
“You saw Odin again, didn't you?” said Jareth as his lip quivered. Without a spoken word, I closed my eyes and nodded. Jaret
