Divided Chapter 87It was full on dark when they'd awakened, shivering with the cold in the abandoned cottage. The fire had burned down to coals, ineffective against the harsh Asgardian winter chill. By Simon's watch, it was after two in the morning and so they hurriedly gathered their belongings and started out for the city. They hadn't gone very far when Simon asked why they couldn't just pop into the palace from where they now stood but Brenna refused, explaining to him that she wanted as much intelligence going in as she could gather and thus she needed to set eyes upon the city first. So they kept on, racing against the sunrise until at last they came to the ridge from which Simon and Lelia had first watched the attack. The horizon had begun to lighten ever so faintly. Torches burned along the city walls, around the palace, rising into the sky. To their left, from the forest floor below, came a faint blue glow.
Brenna stood there on the ridge, scanning the walls, finding faint movement, likely guard
Divided Chapter 86“Wait here,” Hobnir gave Loki a condescending look as he knocked on the door to Menyir's shelter.
“What is it?”
Hobnir flinched at the sharp response, “Milord, Your brother desires an audience with you.”
The door swung inward and Menyir appeared, his hand outstretched, “You need not announce my brother, he is always welcome, you dolt!”
“Forgive me for disturbing you,” Loki bowed deeply as he was ushered inside.
“Not at all. I was expecting your visit,” Menyir gestured to a couple of stools arranged about the central grate, “Sit, tell me what troubles you.”
“I am confused, Milord,” Loki glanced at the overlarge chairs, “My head reels with images I cannot comprehend.”
Menyir sat down in one of the chairs, “Please. We are equals. Call me brother, I will have nothing less.”
He groaned aloud, pressed his palms to his temples as if by doing so he could suppress the image wh
Divided Chapter 85At least half a dozen times, Brenna lifted the Uruz out of her sweater, only to drop it back inside, reminding herself once again that she had no idea what she might walk into if she were to open a portal. If only they'd left Willow in the stable. hated having to slog through the snow along the side of the road. By the time she reached the crossroads it was past the noon hour. She'd expected to come home and raid the pantry but the shock of finding her home in such a state had driven all thoughts of food from her mind, now, however, she was starving, cold, wet, and exhausted. She started off down the road to her right, barely giving a nearby small cottage a second glance.
When she first set out from the manor, every farm, every hovel or cottage had looked deserted. She'd stopped at the farm of the Widow Brunhild a few rods north toward the city, dismayed to find the small cottage empty as well, things tossed about the common room as if Brunhild had left in a hurry. Where had she gone?