‘Stop gawking and move!’ The thug smacked Torben in the back of the head and pushed him forwards, driving him towards the house.
Eleusia had gone on ahead, pulling Gwilym behind her, and was passing through double doors into the interior. ‘Bring him up as well,’ she said over her shoulder. ‘Björn will want to see both of them.’
Torben staggered up the stairs as the thug urged him on with curses and blows. He tripped on the last step and tumbled through the open doors into the building, and landed flat on his face inside.
A roar of laughter erupted and looking up, Torben saw a large room full of rough-looking folks eating and drinking around heavy oak tables. The sight of Gwilym’s capture and Torben’s fall through the door was highly amusing, and as the two prisoners shuffled through the
