The Gythja only shook her head and served them all with cups of mead and bowls of stew. Everything was made of wood, but for the cook pots, elegantly carved and as fine as anything that had been set upon the king’s table. Arianna ate quietly, turning Bolvarr’s words over in her mind. The Gythja had already warned her not to speak of his coming, for though the Vala could not punish him, the council could, and to discover him missing now would only hurt their cause. “Tomorrow we go on to Tiveden, if the mountain is amenable,” Vana said, sitting down beside her. “And you will see sun again, at last.” Arianna chewed her lip for a moment, her gaze sliding to the Gythja and her husband. If her bond with Bolthorn had startled them, how much more so the child? “I think I would prefer to stay here, Vana. At least until Bolthorn’s baby is born.” The Gothi stopped eating, wooden spoon raised halfway to his mouth.
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