For a long while Einarr stood staring over the stern at the four wolfling ships that once more followed in their wake. Why had that ship been called back?
The leader of the pursuing fleet was harrying them, wearing down their morale with every league they followed and every skirmish they forced. If that ship hadn’t been called back, but instead been allowed to nip at their heels, it could have been catastrophic.
Unless the wolflings were also trying to minimize casualties? He didn’t expect it of his uncle, but perhaps if Kaldr hoped to win some of them over it was possible.
“What are they up to?” Arkja muttered from his post nearby. “Why would they just let us go like that?”
Einarr cleared his throat. “What makes you think it would be so easy as that?”
The former de-facto leader of the Forgotten sailors had the good grace…
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I hope you are well, Louise. May God watch over you and yours. ❤
Thanks, Anna. So far, so good. I pray you are well, also.