Eirik blinked, nonplussed, and the man was gone. He spent the rest of the day deep in thought, and over the evening meal saw that his mother was watching him more intently than all the portraits on the walls put … Continue reading
Human culture had developed in a land of long winters and little daylight, and even when it found itself transported to a land of mild winters and sufficient daylight during the long servitude to the elves, it had not changed … Continue reading
They’d been on the road for half a tenday before the aspirants began to tire of each others’ exclusive company. It was a gray, shadowless day, and rain fell in sheets to muddy the road. The horses were having a … Continue reading
The sun rose to find Eirik out of bed and already making preparations to leave. He had decided to leave most of the finery he preferred behind in favor of travelling clothes—brown shirts and trousers, mostly, with an overcoat and … Continue reading
Like a vacation, Eirik thought without enthusiasm. He walked across the grounds, wondering if he might have gotten off easier if he’d thrown his lot in with Baltasar. Probably, he thought, but there was no use in speculating about it … Continue reading
The next morning, sunlight poked cautiously into Eirik’s room. Eirik grunted, rolled over, and went back to sleep. A knocking at his door roused him again, only a few minutes later. He grumbled and got out of bed, wondering … Continue reading
“Clearly, it worked,” Alvarsson prompted. “Yes. I didn’t expect it to go as smoothly as it did,” said Eirik. “Lord Andersson’s retinue made us a camp, and I began to work. Between restoring her body and returning her spirit to … Continue reading
“The beginning?” Baltasar suggested. Alvarsson was a bit more helpful. “With what you were doing to bring yourself in contact with the girl.” Eirik inclined his head a fraction. “At the request of the Guild, I was in Joarsgard for … Continue reading
“We come now to Anja Grevdarsdottir,” the clerk announced. Every person in the room was on the edge of his seat. Eirik had, by way of whispered conversations with nervous colleagues, discovered that they were almost uniformly uninformed about the … Continue reading
Eirik harbored the belief that Baltasar might have been a bit too hasty in his judgment of Anja Grevdarsdottir. The girl had been through a lot, Eirik would allow, but the very fact that, by all appearances, she hadn’t died … Continue reading
