Chapter nineteen
Varden ProxOh, Lut, my stubborn northern brother. All our prayers are with you now.
Let his heart not fail him...
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It was the evening of the fourteenth day of his captivity in the cells of the penitents. Gunnar lay on the bench, with his hands behind his head, thinking about Gwenn. He wondered if she would come looking for him in Einar after another few weeks went by and he had not come home. It seemed likely, and he could do nothing to warn her away. He could only hold on to the hope that his grandmother, from her place across the heavenly plane, was somehow protecting Gwenn and his children, as well as the precious infant she carried. Gunnar himself would be dead by then, of that he had no doubt — and Arvid meant for him to die in some hideously painful way. A
