Einarr blinked back to consciousness with the faces of Melja and Mira staring down at him and a strange tingling on his forehead and shield arm. He knit his brow. “What happened?”
“The fool has gone to free the Shroud!” Melja’s voice was husky, as though from shouting. “Our runes had no effect. At this rate…”
Einarr nodded, pushing himself to his feet. “I’ll not lose a second time,” he swore.
With Sinmora back in her sheath, and a new shield on his arm, Einarr set off at a jog for the temple.
Catching up with the man before he found the temple was a lost cause, Einarr was sure. That meant he would be facing the thief at the temple – hopefully before he found the vault, but Einarr would not hold his breath for that.
As Einarr jogged the trail, glad it was clearly marked, he replayed their…
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