Share a cliffhanger? I’ll keep this short, in the spirit of #WIPjoy, but here’s Euthalia’s first day in the Norse village, beating out communication with the very few words she knows with a kind older woman.
It was fresher than the boat’s provisions, at least, as they had saved the spices and treats to bring back to the village. And Euthalia, no longer surrounded by dozens of strange male warriors, found herself relaxing enough to feel real hunger. She devoured the bread.
“Good, good,” praised Birna. She nodded. “Eat. Tomorrow, slagtoffer.”
Euthalia did not know the word. “Slag — what?”
Birna smiled, a little tightly, and drew her hand across her throat.