*Erik*
I breathe a sigh of relief. Land.
“It has barely been a day,” Thora gasps as she sees it. “Are you sure we are going the right way?”
“Of course I am,” I tell her. “This boat was made for speed. If you notice, we lost your cousins in the night because they could not keep up.”
She looks around, realizing that they are no longer right behind us. Truthfully, one of them had told me they were not sure Olga would still be alive when we returned. Anders and I did not sleep last night to be sure we made it here in time.
As the land grows closer, I can see Thora relax, knowing we are at her village and did not get lost as she feared.
I can see Jarl Knute waiting for us when we reach the village. He comes straight to the boat before we even have a chance to get out.
“Go quickly
