And if that meant leading the Time Warden right to where Rollo and his men were clambering into their ships, so be it. He had to tell Sera about his parents. If the knot on Gorm’s head was as fresh as it looked, they’d been here only an hour or two ago. They could still be here, somewhere. It took everything Dak had not to start calling out for them in the dusky dawn. If the Time Warden was suspicious that Dak offered only a halfhearted resistance before giving in to his demands to be taken to the Vikings, he didn’t show it. Instead he just trudged along behind Dak, recounting how losing the time travelers in 885 had caused Siegfried to banish him and how miserable his life with the Frankish army had been ever since. Dak didn’t care and he barely listened. “Siegfried took my sword, Leggbítr,” Gorm grumbled. “Do you know what it’s like for a Norseman to have his weapon taken from him?”
