Chapter Eighty

The fight was already under way when the two of them emerged into the light. Something was off about her husband’s stance and yet he was more than holding his own against a man who had spent his life pampered and indulged. It almost seemed as if Ketil were toying with him. That couldn’t be right. This was important.

“Aunt Astrid’s brilliant, isn’t she? Better than half the men.”

Trust Tyr to decipher what she could not. And where then was he, the love of her life? Not with Ragnar, who was giving a slow handclap. The gloves were new and she guessed he was becoming self-conscious about his deformity these days.

Miriam held up her hand and asked for them to cease their duel.

“There is no need now Tyr is free.”

Expecting her cousin to back her, she was surprised to hear him say, “This matter needs to be put before the court.”

She supposed it was only right that justice be served.

“Will this take long? If a jury is to be sought then it could take weeks and we need to set sail for home befo