One had a long scar, the marks of a claw, running down his face. He was proud of his new name, Erik Wolf Claw. Poor Audun had no visible wound to see. He had been knocked down the mountain by a large leaping male and only Eystein's bow had saved his life. Both took heart from Eystein the Rock's success. It had taken him a year but he was now totally accepted. I too had changed. My visit with Sven and the others had shown me that I was in danger of becoming like they were and living in the past. I was not old. Prince Butar had remarried my mother when he was older than I was. He had fathered a child too. I wondered where my sister was now. She had married a warrior and left us. Perhaps she wanted to forget our mother's death. I too had left the land of Mann but I could still visit my mother's grave. I knew not where she lived or even if she lived. I would find a woman. I was not meant to live alone. Aiden and Kara were company but even with them I felt that I was alone.
