Chapter Thirteen
Another group of men was also making their way through the crowd toward her. Tall, fair, two of them very blond. Norsemen. One of them looked like…Was it possible? Her breath caught again when she recognized Henrik, accompanied by a recovered Ranulf and the two other companions who’d been at the previous bonfire. Surely Henrik should have left by now. Why was he here?
Alfred had waited for her to continue, but when she didn’t, he prompted, “Who is your choice, then?”
A possible answer occurred to her, but it was so absurd, so truly ridiculous, she hardly dared even consider it. Still…
“May I have a moment to ask a question?” Fianna requested. “It will not take long.”
Alfred considered, then nodded.
Fianna walked over to the group of Norsemen and stopped, facing Henri
