Looking at them like that, I suspected Torstein Ironbones and Geir Buckshelm had gone soft in the head. But right now, the emotional pain outweighed the physical. She held the end of the dressing while I wrapped it tightly around her waist. Sigrid had stitched the wound shut, but blood flowed steadily around the newly-snapped threads. She redressed and jabbed at me. In response, she assumed a fighting position. You and I were brought in here to be treated by the invaders’ healer,” said Emmy, “I don’t know why though. A small crowd of my warriors had gathered at this point, eager to watch the duel. When she finally came to she was lying down, staring at a strange ceiling. One cloth was tied around her right thigh. There were a couple wooden practice swords propped up on the wall outside.
