“General,” Luis said in Portuguese as they entered a large tent in the centre of the encampment. “Two people entered camp this morning, you might be interested in speaking with them.”
“And why is that?” The man who Luis had called the General asked, staring at Constance and Renault.
Luis nodded to Renault and he took that to mean uncover the spear. He unwrapped the blue cloth from Gungnir and gripped the bare shaft with his hand. The tent illuminated with the spear’s golden glow, casting shadows against the tent walls even in the bright light of day.
The General gasped. “That’s Gungnir,” he said. “And you clearly have the blood.”
“I will take my leave,” Luis announced before leaving the two French in the tent with his commanding officer.
“Who are you?” He asked them.
“Captain Renault
