For two weeks the ships pressed on, following the last path the Skudbrun had for the storm and hoping it was the same storm the Vidofnir had followed and certain that it would only dissipate when those who rode its winds willed it.
Even the last known path of the storm, however, was nearly a week old by the time they put out to sea. Every available hand was put on watch duty, searching for storm or sign of land. Even when Einarr was not on watch duty he watched, however. What else was he supposed to do? Even still he could not escape a growing sense of unease and listlessness.
Finally, three weeks out from Mikilgata, Stigander realized they were nearing Langavik and called a detour. Perhaps, with a little luck, someone there would have news for them.
It was the first spot of good news Einarr had heard…
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