Dubh-Linn: A Novel Of Viking Age Ireland (The Norsemen Saga Book 2) - Plot & Excerpts
I was outnumbered, yet I fed the raven’s maw. Gisli Sursson’s Saga For the second time that night, Arinbjorn White-tooth was awakened from a sound sleep, and he was not happy about it. “Hrafn! What in the name of Odin is it now?” he snapped as soon as he understood that he was no longer dreaming. “I don’t know,” Hrafn said. “Something. Something is happening.” All-Father save me from these damned fools, Arinbjorn thought as he kicked the furs off and climbed out of his portable bed. He pushed past Hrafn and through the marquee’s flap and into the night. It was cool and damp and dark, but there was an edge of excitement in the air. It took Arinbjorn a moment to get his bearings and understand the cause of it. Bells. There were bells ringing out from the direction of Cloyne. He turned toward the sound. Now he could hear shouting far off, and could see pinpoints of light as men with torches ran in various directions, like sparks floating off a fire.
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