I slept soundly between my two warriors, and woke when I was lifted into someone’s arms.
“What-?”
“Keep quiet, wee one,” Erik whispered. “Arne has spotted a party of Berserkers. The pack is coming closer to finding us, so we are on the move.”
That brought me wide awake. He ran, carrying me bundled in the fur cloak, and Gunnr ran alongside. We met Arne at the bank of a stream.
“They lost the trail,” he reported, “but may soon find it again. I left false traces of a camp a league south of here.”
“We must find another place to settle,” Erik said, frowning. “All this moving is hard on our mate.”
I almost protested that I was strong enough to keep up, but it would have been of no use. Instead, I asked, “Where will we go?”
“Where’s the last place they will look?” Erik shifted me in his ar
