A note in Jorir’s voice caught Einarr’s ear. “Well, spit it out. What’s the matter?”
“Only this. How many more skirmishes like that can we take?”
Einarr frowned. “That probably depends on how many volleys we have to fire. You’re concerned about supplies, then.”
“Aye. That, and manpower.”
“You’re right, of course.” Movement caught Einarr’s eye from the deck of the Vidofnir. “That’s Bardr, signalling a conference. You, Tyr, and Eydri, and Vali with me.”
“Not that I question your wisdom, but why the ghost?”
“Same reason as Tyr. Experience.”
Jorir harrumphed but said no more.
Half an hour later, all three Captains were gathered on board the Vidofnir with their Mates and advisors. Einarr had brought the largest contingent, but neither Father nor Captain Kormund so much as batted an eye.
Stigander locked eyes with Tyr and nodded in greeting. “Tyr.”
“You see anyone you know…
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