If Sinetris must be torn from his home and the bosom of his family and sacrificed to the whims of a monster in the robes of a priest, if he must die . . . let it be as a guild-man!” Isgrimnur groaned. “Let it be with his mouth closed, for a change. And keep paddling.” “Rowing,” Sinetris replied frostily, then burst into tears once more. • •
