C9 Chapter 9

After a long silence, everyone quietly got up and stood as a mark of respect.

Targenor carried a huge sword at his side with a magnificent, decorated hilt.

He began to speak, and Vetle recognized the Wanderer’s deep voice: “My sorrow is profound tonight.”

“Why?” exclaimed Vetle. “You, my protector and best friend, why would you mourn now?”

With the dignity of a king