My lord, it is Frigedaeg, and we are in high spring. Last night Eostre's Moon was bright and full, and all through Wulfwald the feasting tables are being set. Before I speak of the Wulfashéafdu, some news from the realm: Ingrid of clan Gunnbeorn and Varghoss Sigurdsson have been betrothed, and neighbouring Gnupburg is expected to undertake a full month of celebrations and feasting. Thegn Olaf Gunnbeorn will proclaim the exact date of the wedding once his pet priest, Kjartan, has deduced the most auspicious date. It is an odd arrangement, and murmurs are rife. Not everyone is pleased at this pairing. Nevertheless, your presence will be expected at some point in this Moon's passing. Now, of the Wulfashéafdu. I went to the Cave yesterday, my lord, and found the following there: Gyfu, Dweorgas Wyrdwebba Sigurd Velmasson, Dweorgas Shield-Brother Wulfhilda, Scildemaegden Penda, Redealinga Bogamann. They were in a sorry state, spattered in blood and slime. They had been at the temple under…
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