5
Sorrel
“After yesterday, I thought you would not let me out again,” I said as we walked from Yggdrasil.
“You mean after the mist lured you away?” Vik asked. “That was our fault. We should be more vigilant.”
“I’m going to scout this area,” Thorsteinn grunted. “Stay close to Vik,” he ordered me and stalked off, face grim.
My face must have fallen, for Vik put an arm around my shoulders. “He doesn’t blame you, Sorrel. He blames himself. If it were up to him, he’d keep you in a stone tower and guard you day and night. He does not like the sneaky tricks of the enemy we fight.”
“The spell?” I whispered, as if mentioning it were dangerous.
“Yes. Do not worry, we have plans to break it.” He busied himself with laying out the weapons we would use today.
“How?” I wondered. “Is it possible
