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Title: Day of the Druid

Author: Knut Enferd

Release Date: June 4, 2010 [EBook #32686]

Language: English

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[Illustration: He had to strike at the source of their power ... they
leaped to prevent him]

DAY OF THE DRUID

by Knut Enferd

Be'al, all-powerful god, drank the blood of his victims.
Would Gaar be able to save Marna, whom Be'al kept in eternal
sleep, and avenge her people?

* * * * *

Fog lay heavy on the North Sea, fog wreathed the land, fog crept into
a man's very bones. Meanwhile the ships were locked in the harbor.
Gaar lay stretched on the skin before the fire and cursed the fog.

How much longer was this infernal whiteness going to last? A man was
thirty years old, in the prime of his life, with the blood running hot
through the seven foot length of him. How much longer was he going to
have to lie here in the great hall, eating and drinking and waiting
for the roll of fat to show around his middle? A man wanted action and
instead he was forced to loll around listening to stories.

Niffleheim and Hotunheim were all right, Gaar thought. A man didn't
want to offend the Gods. On the other hand, Wodin forgive the thought,
a man could tire of listening to the same old tales.

But wait. The voice that was speaking had stopped. This was a new
voice. Elgen was finished with his tale and Vornung had started one.
And this one wasn't about the Gods. Gaar twisted around and got up on
one elbow.

"Who?" he demanded. "What did you say they called themselves?"

"Picts," Vornung said. In his day Vornung had sa