He has spoke of his fears that plague him and he can feel a small part of his burden lift. He had not expected to pour out his brother's and his qualms to a complete stranger, but here he is doing just that. His glacial eyes search her face, wondering quietly what thoughts are running through her head. The few moments of silence passes as he ends his tale of his brother and she speaks, finally.
This troubles you. The words from upon her lips not in a question but in an observation. He nods before the words leave his lips. "It does," he says with a nod of his head. "I do not desire to return home with him, his intentions are selfish and not in my best interest," his words leave his lips with a sigh, as his glacial eyes take on a far off look.
He had left Norðurland to come back to the Islands, to let that dark part of his life fade away. Scars litter his smoky hide, proof of the battles that he had engaged in, in the name of honor and pride. Mostly the pride of Ivar, had driven them to battle. His unquenchable thirst for blood, carnage, and torture had led Ivar to the deepest dark recesses of his mind. And his brother never came back.
"My brother is unwell," his words fill the space with an ominous air. Björn has heard his brother speaking to himself, cursing in tongues he did not understand, and brooding quietly off by himself. It all felt sinister to him, and Björn knew it was the best for him to leave his brother behind. "Does any of what I have told you, a surprise?" he asks the seeress.
Translation:
Icelandic mutt - Grullo Sabino - Stallion - 14.3 hh
Bera Konung of the Ridge
brother to Ivar & Lagertha
