Chapter SixIt was their second feast in the central hall of Frakkoksfjord. With Frakkok and Erik at the head of the table, the Norsemen lined up on either side and Melcorka and Bradan at the foot. Melcorka listened to the rough Norse voices singing their songs of battle and wondered how this had happened. Not long before, she had fought a Norse invasion of Scotland, sword to sword against thousands of these pagan warriors and now she was fighting and eating side by side with them.
'I hear that rather than fight the Skraelings, you joined up with them, and you allowed this Ice King to live as well.' Frakkok's voice was as carping and unpleasant as ever.
'We did not need to fight the Skraelings,' Erik said. 'Melcorka arranged an alliance with them instead. The Ice King thought we were a th
