“Go ahead, girl, kill him. Then you can carry his head back to the beach. That should impress the rest of his men,” Ketha urged.
Gwenn disagreed. “He can be more use to us alive. I plan to use him to convince the crew to follow me.”
The Fynäran leader rose stiffly to his knees and stayed there. He said harshly, “Why don’t you finish me off, Sif? Now that a female has defeated me, my life is over. I have no heavenly reward to look forward to.”
She knelt so she could peer into his eyes. “Gunnar Strong Arm, I do not wish to kill you.”
He looked at her disdainfully. “You would show me mercy? I do not want it.”
She smiled, and her pale beauty pierced his anger. “Yes, Gunnar. I would have you as my right hand, and together we can lead the Fynära to greater glory than they have ever seen. Th
