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Dagg
We were halfway up the mountain when it happened. A choking sound rose up. I whirled and found three spears pointed at my chest. They let Svein carry Fern, but we were surrounded.
“What is happening?” I bellowed to him.
Our mate lay limp in Svein’s arms. Her eyes rolled back, showing only whites under her lids. Her entire body convulsed.
We could only watch helpless as the vision took her.
Svein cradled Fern to him.
“Get them away from her. They’re hurting her.”
“Stop,” the warrior Jarl cried. He pushed through our guard to get close. “One of the spaewives says she often falls into trances. It happened before we raided the abbey.”
“What sort of fit is this?” Knut growled. I tried to step between him and our mate, sensing the threat in his voice. Simple warriors would distr
