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Part 21: The Moon knew not what might was his
| "You have one chance to come out of this alive." My dagger on his throat, the tip gently pushing on the skin, making him sweat with fear. I feel it on his scent. "Where is the head of Fafni?" Sigurd looks away. I nick his neck with the blade twice, shaping an X. "You are marked with the Gift rune. It's up to you who you will be given to, warrior. Truth or dare?" The blue eyes shine with anger. I smile at him. This makes him insecure. So does the screech of Hreidmar, closing in. Sigurd looks helpless, with his neck under my knee. Soft move of my hand, stroking his cheek, taunting. "I never liked you, Mist." His eyes are defiant, despite of the terror he feels. "Do you like to be alive? You are running out of options." Sigurd clenches his jaw. I hit him without warning. "Maybe just as well. I wanted to bury the head, make Hreidmar go easy on you. Obviously you imagine you can take a dragon." I see his hand creep closer to a stone on the ground. I laugh out loud. "Truth is, you couldn't even take a girl. The gods know you tried, you weak little creep." He grits his teeth, averting his eyes. His hand is just inches away from the stone. "Touch that piece of rock and I will put my own mark on your forehead." I place my hand on his shoulder, giving it a little squeeze. Almost friendly. Then cut him. Mark him with the F rune, for Fafni. Usually the F rune signals wealth. Not tonight, though. Hreidmar is very close now, I feel the hot metallic smell on the breeze. He will find us any minute. I am out of time. Sigurd panics, grabs the rock, lifts it above his head, ready to strike. I hit him on the base of his nose. He goes out like a light, his fingers unclench, releasing the stone. It falls on his head. Takes only a minute to strip him naked, secure his hands with his own belt. I tie him to a tree with my belt. Look around, tracing the smell. I spot Sigurd's packing in the shrubs. Open it. Push my fist into my mouth, bite into it. The golden eyes are still open, looking at me as he often did when he was alive, with wonder and surprise. I find a piece of white cloth, roll it out. Take a deep breath, pick up Fafni's head. Smaller than my own. I can't help but cry out as I touch him, so cold. I place the head on the cloth, kissing his cold forehead, just above the short snout. The scales are still soft. I try to wipe it clean of his blood, gods only know why. As if it made any difference. The tiny fangs glisten in the moonlight. Baby teeth. I wipe the tears from my face, try to shut his eyes, knowing it's hopeless. "Leave them open." Hreidmar. I was too blinded by grief, haven't even heard him land. I bow my head. "Mon-tey." "No need to call me that anymore, Mist. I am no longer your teacher." His voice is so gentle. As I look up, I see his bright green eyes glisten. Gaze fixed on the cloth. "I would give my life to bring him back. Taking another one won't do that." He turns his serpent-like head, looking at Sigurd now. "His life is the only thing I can offer to you. Besides my own." My voice is barely audible as I try to breathe through the pain. Hreidmar touches his giant forehead against mine. The green eyes close for a second while he speaks. "I hid his body in the cave. We will take his head with us. Then I will leave. Take him to East." I put both of my hands on my mouth, watching him bend down, gently licking his son's snout. Kissing him goodbye. He lifts his long neck towards the sky, roaring. I hear Sigurd's scream of terror, as the giant green eyes fix on him. On the pendant on his choker. One of Fafni's teeth. My hand moves before I even realize it, ripping it off his neck. The blade in my other hand raises. "No." Hreidmar stops me. "He does not deserve to live. A coward. Drowned Atle. Killed your son. There's no telling what he will do if I let him live." "Atle is fine. I pulled him out of the stream." I blink away my tears, surprised. "You saved him? After what Sigurd did?" Hreidmar looks at me. "Atle never done anything to me. Or you. Or Swan, for that matter. Atle told me she needs my help." He looks at Sigurd. "Put him to sleep. I will decide what to do with him after we're done." I evoke the ring of blue fire around the tree, to protect Sigurd, but leave him awake. Hreidmar looks at me, asking. "He should think about what will come. Fear it." My voice is unusually cruel. "Don't let him change you." Hreidmar spreads his wings, ready to take flight. I sigh, pick up Fafni's head. Hugging it to my chest. Not letting Sigurd change me will be a challenge. I'm not sure I'm up to it. |
Continuation:
Part 1 (15 sep 2023)Part 2: Learn it well and tell it to others (2 may 2019)
Part 3: As a blood-red cloud darkens the sky (3 may 2019)
Part 4: Only the Valkyries can choose the slain (3 may 2019)
Part 5: Spears will shatter shields will splinter (4 may 2019)
Part 6: Swords will gnaw like wolves through armor (4 jun 2019)
Part 7: Let us now wind the web of war (10 may 2019)
Part 8: With swords unsheated away from here (6 may 2019)
Part 9: Let us advance and wade through the ranks (30 mar 2020)
Part 10: The shafts are iron-bound and arrows are the shuttles (17 may 2019)
Part 11: The Valkyries go weaving with drawn swords (14 sep 2019)
Part 12: We sang well victory songs (10 may 2019)
Part 13: Where friends of us are exchanging blows (17 may 2019)
Part 14: The web of man grey as armor (14 sep 2019)
Part 15: Will cross it with a crimson weft (15 may 2019)
Part 16: Where the warrior banners are forging forwards (17 may 2019)
Part 17: The news of disaster will spread through lands (14 sep 2019)
Part 18: The Sun, sister of the Moon from South (10 jul 2019)
Part 19: Her right hand cast over heaven's rim (27 may 2019)
Part 20: No knowledge she had where her home should be (4 jun 2019)
Part 21: The Moon knew not what might was his (30 mar 2020)
Part 22: The stars knew not where their stations were (30 mar 2020)
Part 23: From below the dragon dark comes forth (21 jun 2019)
Part 24: The bodies of men on his wings he bears (14 sep 2019)
Part 25: Then sought the Gods their assembly-seats (14 sep 2019)
Part 26: Thence come the maidens, mighty in wisdom (6 jul 2019)
Part 27: One did I see in the wet woods bound (27 jul 2019)
Part 28: Wise shall he seem who well can question, and also answers well (14 sep 2019)
Part 29: Nought is concealed that men may say amongst the sons of men (10 sep 2019)
Part 30: Speak thou of hell, for of heaven I know (30 oct 2019)
Part 31: All to know that I fain would ask, who shall vengeance win for the evil work (28 sep 2019)
Part 32: No wise-woman art thou, nor wisdom hast (13 oct 2019)
Part 33: Maiden, awake! Wake thee, my friend. (18 oct 2019)
Part 34: My sister Hyndla, in thy hollow cave! (18 oct 2019)
Part 35: Already comes darkness and ride must we (5 jan 2022)
Part 36: To Valhall, to seek the sacred hall (23 oct 2019)
Part 37: The favour of Allfather seek we to find, to his followers gold he gladly gives (11 nov 2019)
Part 38: And to Sigurd he gave a sword as gift (14 nov 2019)
Part 39: Triumph to some, and treasure to others (2 dec 2019)
Part 40: To many wisdom, and skill in words (12 dec 2019)
Part 41: Fair winds to the sailor, to the singer his art and a manly heart to many a hero (31 dec 2019)
Part 42: From the stall now one of your wolves lead forth (29 mar 2020)
Part 43: Falsely thou asketh me, Freya, to go (16 apr 2020)
Part 44: For so in the glance of thine eyes I see (5 may 2020)
Part 45: On the way of the slain thy lover goes with thee (6 may 2020)
Part 46: Wild dreams, methinks are thine when thou sayest my lover is with me (15 aug 2021)
Part 47: On the way of the slain (11 may 2020)
Part 48: Long is the way, long must thou wander (15 aug 2021)
Part 49: But long is love as well (20 may 2020)
Part 50: Thou mayst find, perchance, what Thou fain wouldst have (15 aug 2021)
Part 51: If the Fates their favor will give (13 jul 2020)
Part 52: And now I have what I ever hoped (17 jul 2020)
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