Chapter FifteenThey moved faster now, with Melcorka long-striding again, splashing through rivers without fear and greeting those she met without apprehension. “Come on, Bradan! We have wrongs to right!”
“We have,” Bradan watched her, hiding his pleasure at the difference. Each day they asked for news of Erik, and sometimes they gathered information and sometimes they did not. They shared the friendly peat-fire flame with shepherds and with lords, exchanging intelligence of the world, singing the old songs and enjoying the hospitality for which Alba was famous. Occasionally one or two of the young warriors in a lord's retinue would eye Melcorka's sword and wonder if she could use it.
“That is a grand weapon you have there,” a brawny redhead asked when they sat in the dun of a lochside ch
