Chapter 34 34

The Coming of the Shining One

The Norseman turned toward us. There was now no madness in his eyes; only a great weariness. And there was peace on the once tortured face.

"Helma," he whispered, "I go a little before! Soon you will come to me-to me and the Yndling who will await you-Helma, meine liebe!"

Blood gushed from his mouth; he swayed