3
Sorrel
We spent the rest of the day hunting while the sun sank slowly. Thorsteinn and Vik used throwing knives and I proved more than a match with my bow. At last we headed home with the bodies of small game strung on a stick propped on Vik’s shoulder.
I felt like game myself, tied and trussed between two warriors. They hadn’t done anything to make me submit but their presence reminded me
Especially, when, suddenly, Thorsteinn pushed me behind a boulder, and pressed me down. “Kneel,” he whispered harshly. I glared but he wasn’t looking at me.
“Other warriors,” Vik murmured, and I understood. I wasn’t supposed to be tromping around woods, happy and free. I was supposed to be locked up in a cage or thrown in a pit, or whatever counted as punishment.
I sank down behind the rock and tu
