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None of us got anymore sleep that night. Not with the Wild Hunt still riding just outside our walls. The wind shrieked, the dogs howled, and the horses' hooves thundered. There were cries like from men, but only inarticulate shouts of excitement and then growing frustration.
Valki and Thormund got the fire back to roaring life. The warmth did little against that unnatural cold, but the light was much appreciated. Gunna and Jóra made large pots of strong coffee and passed mugs around.
We all huddled together, sipping that coffee, listening to the cacophony outside, and waiting for dawn.
"So what exactly happened?" Thorbjorn asked me. I was resting with my head on his shoulder, but I sat up to look at him, not sure what he meant. "You were awake before the rest of us. Tell me the whol
