“No,” whispered Logen, but all that came out was a dull slurp. He had no more power to stop it than he had to make the sky fall in. Seemed to him then that men do pay for the things they’ve done, alright. But sometimes the payment isn’t what they expected. “The Bloody-Nine!” roared Crummock again, as he sank down on his knees and lifted up his arms towards the sky. “King o’ the Northmen!”
