By the Mountain Bound
““You can’t mean that.”“Can I not?” His hand jerked spastically, at the pitiful huddle of corpses already half-drifted. “You deny me requital?”Strifbjorn couldn’t believe it was Mingan speaking. It was as if he were inhabited by something ancient and fell. As if a cold wind from the north possessed him, one colder than the one that filled Strifbjorn’s nostrils and stung his eyes.He glanced up, seeking counsel. But the stars were hidden behind the storm.“No . . . I . . .”Who could stand and regard a man surrounded by the bodies of his innocent family and deny his right to redress murder? And yet—Strifbjorn cleared his throat and tried again. “Brother, your wrath is justified—”Mingan cut him short with a chopping hand and spoke softly. “It is not wrath. There is nothing righteous in it. I was more contemplating sack and slaughter.”“Who do you mean to kill?” Vengeance was what they were for. If he claimed justice, Strifbjorn should not stop him. If Strifbjorn could limit him to just venge...ance . . .Mingan grinned at him, more wolf than Strifbjorn had ever seen him, snow riming his hair, his deep-set eyes ablaze in a face cold as stone.MoreLess
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