“Uspa,” Elvar’s eyes snapped on to the Seiðr-witch, “does she speak true? Can this Galdrabok raise Ulfrir?” “I think…” Uspa rasped, the words trailing away from her lips. She looked up and met Elvar’s eyes. “Yes,” she breathed. The words forming in Elvar’s throat sent fear rippling through her veins, but she could not hold them back. “With a wolf-god on our side we would have a chance of facing Lik-Rifa, have a chance of getting Bjarn back.” “Wait a moment,” Huld said, “what are you all talking about? Raising dead gods, fighting the dragon…” She looked at the Battle-Grim in the chamber. “We
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