Ironhelm grumbled that Jorn was too exposed in the event of an ambush, but Jorn would not relent. “Grang’s teeth!” he swore. “I’m not some virgin princess on the way to her marriage bed. I ride at the head.” Ironhelm muttered something under his breath about obstinate young fools and eyed the thick pine trees on either side of the road and the steep, rocky hills all around. They passed the crossroads where the assassins had attacked three nights ago. The dusting of snow the night before covered up the blood-stains. The only thing to alert someone anything abnormal had occurred there were the heads of the assassins, stuck atop pikes on either side of the road. Ironhelm glared at the heads, shaking his head. He had never heard of wizards working as hired killers before. It was clever, he had to admit. Posing as traveling magicians, they had worked their way into the same room as their target without anyone raising the slightest objection.
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