“Hail, Man of the North. Do not fear me. I come to you with advice and aid, if you will have it.”
The crow looked at him intelligently. Gunnar licked his suddenly parched lips and said, “What advice would you have for me, Ketha? I am not your vessel, as Gwenn is.”
“It is of Gwenn I would speak. I give you this warning, Gunnar Strong Arm. You must watch her carefully when she is with the thrall. There is a danger you will lose her. Have you not seen the way she acts when she is with him?”
He shook his head. “Why are you telling me this? I trust Gwenn and I have pledged to be loyal to her.”
The sound of the crow’s raucous laughter filled him with dread. “But you love and desire her as well, do you not?”
Gunnar nodded reluctantly.
“Why do you not go to her and make her your own? Before
