Amleth stared at her for a long time. Then he looked at the boys. His half-brothers. Innocent.
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Heimir nodded. "That is the way. But remember, wolf: revenge is a circle. Once you enter, you cannot leave." Amleth did not sail to Iceland as a warrior. He let himself be captured by slavers in the Orkney Islands, pretending to be a mute madman. They beat him, branded his back with a hot iron, and chained him in the hold of a knarr bound for the Icelandic coast. Amleth stared at her for a long time
The fight was not glorious. It was ugly, desperate, and wet. Fjölnir had grown soft, but he still had the strength of a man who had once been a king. He drove a knife into Amleth’s shoulder. Amleth bit his ear off. They rolled through the fire pit, scattering embers, screaming curses to the gods. Innocent
"What will you do?" she asked.
Amleth followed them across the lava fields, wounded, exhausted, running on nothing but fury. He caught them at the edge of a volcanic fissure, steam rising from the earth like breath from Hel herself.
"There is no old for me," Amleth said. "Only this."