Shun The Dark Martin Nichols
around her knees in a stance of gut-wrenching horror that I have seen womentorn into too many times before.“If there must be revenge, let it first be against the right man; Wigræd hadnothing to do with this as I’ve always said. I intend to…” As I started tospeak, Hebbi and Wulf returned with a middle aged man who still had achicken leg in his right hand. When he saw all of us there, he stoppedchewing. The food looked like it stuck in his throat.“You are the senior of the
?” He nodded, and swallowed withdifficulty.“I am, sir. Name’s Luhhede.” By instinct he stretched out his hand ingreeting, but it was full of chicken grease, so I ignored it.“You know who I am, and that I am the king’s thegn here, with fullpowers. You were there when the Witan threw me out yesterday? Well, I’m back and I’m taking charge here, right this moment. All right?” Luhhedenodded, slowly, as if addled in his wits, although I could see his arm wasstrong.“First things first. Why were the nobles locked in the stables?“Hræfn said it was to protect them, in case Christ’s not with him todayand they get here over his dead body. He’ll do anything to protect us, hewill.”“You’re seriously suggesting that men of ill-will who have bothered toride all the way to the village will turn and ride off because a bolt has beenshot across a stable door?” Luhhede thought about that one for quite a while,I can tell you.“Well,” I said. “I’ve got bad news for you, Luhhede. Look there, that’s it,down there. I think that Hræfn knew about it, and maybe he’s caught up in it.