*Eleanor*
“Boats are on the horizon,” Harald calls, pulling me from my sleep. I’d grumble, but my kids are home.
I was awake late into the night delivering Catherine’s baby—a boy. He’s handsome and so loved, but he left me exhausted. I’m not sure I’ve had any real sleep.
“Can you wake me again when they get closer?” I ask.
“Of course,” he answers through the curtain, and when I don’t hear anything else from him, I fall sound asleep.
“They’re rowing now,” Harald says, shaking me awake. “They’ll be here soon, and their Jarl should welcome them.”
I nod and yawn. “And their mom should be there, too. Could you see them on the boat?”
He smiles at me. “Yes. I saw three small people on the boat.”
“And Anders?” I ask. I hadn’t realized my fear of the boat returning without someone
