Voices echoed in my head before I opened my eyes. Fergus sat beside me on the bed, honing a blade. Wulfgar drank a horn by the fire. Neither spoke, yet I heard their voices in my head.
Watch his left arm, Wulfgar lectured. He favors his right but has been known to feint and deal great blows with his lesser arm.
I’m more concerned about his followers. They will not face me one by one, the cowards.
Strike Siebold down and they will scatter like rabbits, Wulfgar’s voice sounded rich and content.
“How do you do that?” I asked.
They glanced at me, startled as if they hadn’t known I was awake.
“Do what, sweetheart?”
“Speak without your lips moving.”
“Ye can hear us?” Fergus asked with shock. Wulfgar came to my side and I sat up between them.
“Yes. I hear you clearly. Well,” I frowned,
