Stigander frowned out over the water. The four ships were near enough that you could make out the wolf’s head on the prow. Much closer, and they risked being seen in turn. “That’s them, all right,” he said again.
“I had hoped to have a few more days before they showed up,” Einarr mused.
“Bah! That was never going to happen, son. Not after they chased us from Eskihus.”
“I know, Father. I still hoped. But let’s face it, we haven’t been near here in more than a decade.”
“And they live in these waters. Yes, exactly.”
Kormund cleared his throat. “And they are continuing straight for the island. Might I suggest we draw back at least far enough to have tree cover?”
Hasty nods and grunts of agreement were heard from all around, and everyone save the village scout started walking back to Lundholm.
“Elder Vilding assures me we…
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