It was unlikely that the public hall in East Port had seen a celebration of this magnitude in the whole of its existence.
After the purification ritual, Stigander and Bollinn agreed that some sort of relaxation was in order. The Matrons, unexpectedly, agreed and, what’s more, declared that they would host the feast. Perhaps it was simple relief at no longer having the sword of the black-blooded monsters hanging over the island, but Einarr suspected their jubilance had more to do with the knowledge Runa had brought back.
After the toasts and the speeches had been made – or at least the first round of them – Einarr led Arkja and four of his men over to where Stigander sat conversing with Tyr and Bollinn.
“Son. You did good work out there.”
Einarr shrugged. He’d accomplished his task, sure, but if it weren’t for him they’d have been back…
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