Welcome to Saturday, and day 4 of this nasty cold that I have. It's been a long week. But now it's the weekend, and that means it's time for WeWriWa! Click the image below for information on how you too can participate in a fun blog hop dedicated to celebrating writers and our works.
Last week...wait, what happened last week...oh yes, Jorgen offered to take any surviving villagers back to his country for the coming winter. Then he left the group to talk it over. We're skipping ahead almost a full chapter this week so you can meet another important character, but rest assured most of the survivors in Lundrskag opted to accept Jorgen Andriksson's offer (a few stubborn men and one woman who knows the men can't cook will be staying).
I apologize if my counting is a bit off. I'm having trouble concentrating while my head is swimming.
[Maja] looked up into a pair of kindly amber eyes, one of them half hidden by a fall of black hair, set in a young and handsome face. “Yes, thank you.”
The foreigner smiled. “I am glad to hear it, for I could be of no help should you be ill. You must be Maja. I am Lukkas Andriksson.”
“Are you…” Maja did not finish her question, but he answered it nonetheless.
“Jorgen’s brother, yes.” Something caught his ear and he turned his head. “Riders.” He instinctively moved to stand in front of Maja and shouted for all the men to take up their weapons.
The rest of the scene/chapter follows below, for those who would care to read it.
Thank you for stopping by.
Kate
Glancing back, he spoke quietly. “It might be best if you hide yourself.”
Visions of the carnage of the raid filled her head, and she needed no further entreating. She slipped quietly into the house, trembling. Birgit looked up and went to her at once. Her aunt came quickly down the stairs.
“What is it?” Asgrid asked her niece.
Maja shook her head. “Riders. It cannot be Morgyt. He would not return so soon.”
Asgrid pulled the girls closer to the back of the room. “I hope you are right.”
[Maja] looked up into a pair of kindly amber eyes, one of them half hidden by a fall of black hair, set in a young and handsome face. “Yes, thank you.”
The foreigner smiled. “I am glad to hear it, for I could be of no help should you be ill. You must be Maja. I am Lukkas Andriksson.”
“Are you…” Maja did not finish her question, but he answered it nonetheless.
“Jorgen’s brother, yes.” Something caught his ear and he turned his head. “Riders.” He instinctively moved to stand in front of Maja and shouted for all the men to take up their weapons.
The rest of the scene/chapter follows below, for those who would care to read it.
Thank you for stopping by.
Kate
Glancing back, he spoke quietly. “It might be best if you hide yourself.”
Visions of the carnage of the raid filled her head, and she needed no further entreating. She slipped quietly into the house, trembling. Birgit looked up and went to her at once. Her aunt came quickly down the stairs.
“What is it?” Asgrid asked her niece.
Maja shook her head. “Riders. It cannot be Morgyt. He would not return so soon.”
Asgrid pulled the girls closer to the back of the room. “I hope you are right.”
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