Arvid glared at him suspiciously. “The Goddess, Sif, told us she killed you.”
He grinned back at his first mate and said, “She lied. We wanted to find out who among the crew was disloyal. Now Jürn and his friends are dead by her hand. I have seen her fight, Arvid. She is amazing — even faster than Keld Thunder Blade.”
The raider called Keld snorted in disbelief.
Arvid fingered the ornately worked silver dragon brooch holding his shirt closed at the neck. After stepping back so he could look the Captain over carefully, he decided he did not look bewitched. He caught sight of the golden hair Gunnar still clutched in his fist. The first mate’s eyes lit up. He said admiringly, “You took a prize from the maid? That was a mighty deed if she is as great a warrior as you say.”
“I took it with
