“So, you know what we are,” Glornir said. “And what you are.” “I do,” Varg breathed out. “I, Glornir Shield-Breaker, lord of the Bloodsworn, invite you to join us, Varg No-Sense. To bend your back with us on the oar-bench, to stand with us in the shield wall, in the battle-storm, to drink with us in the mead hall. Will you take our oath?” Varg stood and looked around at the Bloodsworn, Svik, Røkia, all of them, staring at him. “I will,” Varg said. A cheer rang out in the glade.
