Einarr turned on his heel and headed back to the main hall, trying not to smile at Runa’s obvious confusion.
“Einarr, what are you — ?”
“It may be nothing. If my hunch is right, though, our two mysteries may have solved each other.”
She asked no more questions as they walked briskly back to rejoin the others.
The door opened to the warm glow of firelight and the sight of Erik stirring a large iron pot over the fire while Jorir roughly chopped cabbages and turnips. Jorir glanced up from his chopping. “Anything interesting?”
“Maybe.” Einarr answered half-consciously as he continued on toward the blank spot on the wall where the burned portrait had hung.
Erik raised an eyebrow and watched from the corner of his eye, still stirring what would evidently be the evening’s dinner. Einarr paid it no mind, turning his full attention to the bare boards…
View original post 983 more words
idahodimple 