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      • Book 1: Einarr Stigandersen and the Jotünhall
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      • Book 3: Einarr Stigandersen and the Allthane’s Masquerade
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      • Book 9: Einarr and the Wolf’s Flame
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      • Book 11: Einarr and the Island of Thorns
      • Book 12: Einarr and the Paths of Stone
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      • Book 14: Einarr and the Razing of the North
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Tag: I wonder if all elven names are this much of a mouthful

2.10 – Attilsund

2.10 – Attilsund

A week and a half from Apalvik, the craggy green fjord of Attilsund rose into view beneath a steel-grey sky. Stigander ordered the sail furled and the oars deployed as they nosed the Vidofnir into the narrow channel. The ship passed into the shadow of the cliffs to either side.

Einarr shivered and wished he had an excuse to join the rowers. Nearly summer, and still he saw ice on the rock near the water line. He didn’t bother looking up: the sky would be little more than a line between the tree-limned rock faces. He would be with the group going ashore, however, and Father had made sure the landing party would be fresh by keeping them off the oars. And if Father wanted them fresh, that meant he anticipated trouble ashore.

Einarr Stigandersen

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