Chapter Eighteen“Albans?” The speaker was tall, with long blond hair and a beard that descended nearly to his chest.
“Albans,” Bradan agreed. “I am Bradan the Wanderer, and this is Melcorka Nic Bearnas of the Cenel Bearnas.”
“And you? The speaker addressed Thyra.
“I am Thyra, daughter of Frida, daughter of Estrid,” Thyra answered with some pride.
“You're Norse. What are you doing with these Albans?”
“These Albans rescued me.” Thyra stood very erect, unafraid despite the arrows and spears pointing at her. “Take me to my father.”
The bearded man laughed. “Of course, your ladyship. And who is your father? Odin himself?”
“You may have heard of him,” Thyra said. “Jarl Thorfinn.”
The laughter stopped. The men who pointed spears at Thyra lowered them at once, while the archers directed th
