“You have lost a brother, too?” Lif said. An image of his friend Torvik flashed into his mind. Of Yrsa stabbing Torvik as he sat with Varg, of Skalk watching, cold and indifferent. Of Torvik calling him brother. “I have,” Varg said, though Torvik was no blood-kin to him, but he had been his friend, and as good a man as he could have hoped for as a brother.
:'(
