“Ari. I swear to Freya, to Odin too, that if you do not keep your big mouth shut, our friendship is over. So Malice is there, what is so remarkable about that? Sinarr loves me. He always has. Since that day he came here wearing that collar. Is that not so, Sinarr, my dearest heart? Have I not donned the flaming candles of my sacred mother in Valhalla, to show how deep my love is for you? Sinarr…”
Not only did he not reply, the sigh went down through his boots and beyond it into the sand. It probably went all the way down through subterranean passageways, to hell.
“Perhaps, but if they burn any lower you’re in danger of joining your mother in Valhalla, although Valhalla, Valhalla is for the slain. And that’s maybe where I am right now, kidding myself I love you, when you killed me years ago.”