27
Fern
I sat by the fire, my heart sick. Svein had gone out for a time, to find Dagg after his rampage. He made me promise to stay put and took my boots for good measure. I didn’t move. I was too tired and wrung out to run.
The visions had found me, even here. My mates did nothing to stop them. They would continue to get worse. Then the fits would come. Better for me to beg to be put down. I knew how Dagg felt, at the mercy of the battle rage.
Footsteps came to the cave, along with the scent of pine and fur. The warriors returning, stomping to make sure I heard them. Two pairs of boots came to my side, but I still didn’t look up. Dagg must be all right, if he’d returned. If I was lucky, he wouldn’t hate me for bringing on the madness.
They should send me away. The next time the visio
