Hávamál I t was nearly a full day before Thorgrim was conscious again, and two more days before he was able to stand, and even that seemed incredible to Morrigan. As Orm’s slave, and the only healer in the Viking longphort of Dubh-Linn, she had seen any number of men who had endured severe beatings. Few had been beaten like Thorgrim and lived. None had recovered as quickly. She came three times each day to treat the prisoners and she no longer had to be secretive about it. Magnus did not want Thorgrim dead, and he convinced Orm that the Norwegian should be kept alive. Orm in turn ordered Morrigan to care for the men. It was an irony that Morrigan could appreciate. She went to the market to buy the herbs she needed to restore the men’s health, to make the captives strong enough to endure further beatings. The sheep-herds, Donnel and Patrick and Flann mac Conaing, had sold nearly all of their sheep, but they remained in hopes of selling the last few.
