On Sale Now
by Krystine Kercher
Excerpt: As the last man, Baron Herman, kissed Bjorn’s hand and turned away, he said to Lofheld, “You mustn’t be a laggard, herald. Else you’ll lose your life of ease.”
Lofheld glared at him, but knelt at Bjorn’s feet anyway though he had no sword to offer, nor did Trehan offer his.
“I know of your love for Olaf.” The prince allowed his own regret at the king’s sudden departure to show. “You need have no shame that you gave wholehearted obedience to my kinsman.”
Lofheld jerked back, every line of his body proclaiming his angry resentment. “I would also be your man,” he gritted past clenched teeth. He wouldn’t meet the prince’s thoughtful stare for the space of a long, awkward silence.
“How hard it must be to forget your grievances against me. We humiliated you greatly, did we not?”
“Our mistreatment of you seemed wise at the time. I knew no better way to preserve your life from Olaf’s brutal justice. Tell me, Lofheld, is there aught I might do to redress your humiliation?”
Lofheld shook his head, mute. But he relaxed, allowing his shoulders to droop. “I would be your man,” he repeated with less belligerence.