“Hurry up,” I growled as I paced back and forth along the small dock that served as a mooring point for our clan’s ships. We hardly had a harbor, but our small cove was protected and deep enough to handle our longships with ease. I’d wanted to be gone with the sunrise. Instead, it was already mid-morning and Torben, my clanmates, and King Albric’s men still loaded the two cogs Myra had brought from England, as well as finalizing plans for an invasion of Tara.
“It’s a three-day journey, Brant,” Torben said. “A couple of more minutes isn’t going to bring you any closer to Dayna.”
Hoisting my hammer, I unceremoniously tossed it over the side of the English ship where it landed with a clunk. I briefly wondered if I might’ve put a hole in the flimsy vessel. Though Myra and Albric’s men she’d
