Brynjar and the others waited in the dining hall for the Wiccans. The Jarl paced back and forth, wondering what was going on. Ralph stood up and placed his hand on Brynjar’s shoulders, keeping him from moving.
“Calm down.” Ralph told him. “She’s fine.”
“I know.” Brynjar said. “I just hope everything is okay.”
“That’s why he should’ve been in there.” Gunbrand said.
“But, he can’t.” Ralph said, turning to Gunbrand. “They’ll be done in a minute.”
Gunbrand got up from the table and crossed his arms over his chest as he stared at Ralph with squinted eyes.
“I’m starting to think that your wife doesn’t want my son around your daughter.” Gunbrand accused.
“Are you serious, Gunbrand?” Ralph asked, walking towards him. “You’re really going to say that, rig
