Jesper and Stefan, who had boarded behind Hal and so had taken no part in the fight, hurried to lend a hand. In a few minutes, the Hellenes were all securely tied. Thorn, the aggrieved look still on his face, stepped up to Ingvar, who turned to him, smiling. “You stole my fight,” Thorn accused. The huge youth shrugged. “Didn’t see your name on it,” he replied. But Thorn shook his head and repeated himself. “You stole my fight. And you said my thing.” Ingvar frowned at that. “Your thing?” he said. “What thing would that be?” “My tactical plan. My battle order,” Thorn said, glaring. Still Ingvar showed no sign of understanding, so he added, “Let’s get ’em. That’s my battle plan.” “That’s a battle plan?” Selethen put in, smiling. Gilan, who, like Jesper and Stefan, had boarded too late to take any part in the fight, grinned in return.
