“It is Ögmundr then, leading this onslaught? Not my father?” “It is he, indeed. Your father left for the ships.” “Last I saw Ögmundr, he had many friends.” “He does. We estimated near four thousand when they first attacked.” “And how many are you in the fort?” “Around five hundred,” Emrys says, with steely grit. Ivar scoffs and mutters to himself, “He says this with all the confidence of a man at the head of a great Volsung army.”
