Gwenn snarled irritably, “Shut up, Arvid.” Then she rubbed her eyes with her hands. Two Arvids sat before her, both smirking. She got up and splashed some water on her face. The rocking motion of the boat made her feel suddenly nauseous and Gwenn had to sit down again very carefully. The two Arvids continued to grin at her.
Then he asked sweetly, “Not feeling well? That will be the poison taking effect.”
Gwenn’s head snapped up and she looked at him blearily. “P...poison?” she stammered.
“Oh, yes,” said Arvid cheerfully. “Janus always uses poison on his arrows. He used to be a chemist, you know.”
“You are lying,” she protested, but already her racing heart and sweaty hands proved the truth of what he said. Gwenn made a quick decision. Whatever happened to her — and to Gunnar, there was
