"Maybe," Amleth said. "But not tonight."
But Amleth never forgot. Each night, he carved a rune into his chest with a needle: ᚱ for revenge, ᚺ for hatred, ᚨ for the gods who had abandoned his father.
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Fjölnir’s housecarls, returning from a raid, found the hall in flames. They captured Olga. They would have killed her, but Gudrún—for reasons even she could not name—told them to keep her alive as a hostage.
He killed them all. Every last one. But Olga had been stabbed in the fight. She lay bleeding into the black sand. "Maybe," Amleth said
"Worse," Amleth said. "A son." Fjölnir’s farm lay in a valley called Hvalfjörður—Whale Fjord. It was a miserable place: turf roofs, thin soil, sheep with ribs showing through their wool. But Fjölnir had built a hall, small but strong, and his two young sons played in the mud while Gudrún spun wool by the fire.
"Now I know what you are," she said. "A ghost." "There is no old for me," Amleth said
Gudrún stood in the doorway, the two young boys clutching her skirts.