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Taking place the outdated sea-road, it seems like,” Fargrimr stated. “What might they wish there that they can’t get at Siglufjordhur? ” And that was once a superb query. The sea-road Fargrimr had famous ran alongside the cliff most sensible of Sigluf’s Fjord, the fjord for which the encompassing kingdom was once named. A part mile farther on, it dipped down via a handy holiday within the palisade and descended the precipitous wall at an perspective most unlikely for carts, treacherous for horses, aggravating for males, and good in the services of so much well-trained asses. Fargrimr knew from adolescence adventure that on the backside of the path used to be a superb sandy strand 440 yards lengthy. He additionally knew from early life adventure that it was once forbidden to the kids of the retain for strong cause: it sloped appealingly less than the golf green glass of the fjord’s salt waters, yet at the seaward aspect, the place the sea currents wore at it, there has been a precipitous drop-off to water so deep even the oyster divers didn’t courageous it to the ground. it'd be effortless for a kid to wander or be washed the opposite direction and be drowned—and truthfully, multiple had so died. “Maybe their commander despatched them for a bath,” Fargrimr muttered. “They most likely desire one. ” The Rheans had assembled themselves within the transparent now. Trotting extra slowly—but nonetheless in lockstep—they all started their two-by-two descent of the ocean highway. talking in my opinion, Fargrimr might have long gone down unmarried dossier. At a stroll. with out attempting to fit paces together with his acquaintances. yet then, he wasn’t a Rhean, either—thank all of the gods for the small mercies they provided. nonetheless in a crouch, he scuttled ahead, utilizing his fingertips to regular himself opposed to the floor. Randulfr undefined. Ingrun held again, crouched, one other shadow within the tree-shade. cautious to not silhouette himself, Fargrimr inched shut adequate to the cliff part that he may well pay attention the leather-creak and footsteps of the Rheans under, descending. The scent of salt and the combing of the waves rose at the hot air. He lay down on his abdominal, concealed his face within the straggle of lengthy grass, and peered carefully over the sting. He saw—a send. 3 ships, bobbing with the waves, anchored within the deep water south of the seashore. They weren't just like the customary Northern boats of Siglufjordhur. They have been larger—wider, deeper—and each one had 3 rows of oars instead of the usual one. the place a formal boat must have a dragon prow and a vast striped sail square-rigged, those had eagles carved into the forecastle and triangular sails, with a slanting backyard working from its lowest aspect on the entrance, lifting to aft some distance above the head of the mast. Fargrimr had noticeable smaller ships like those busy out and in of the harbor at Siglufjordhur for ten lengthy years. those, he discovered, could draw a lot deeper than any Northern send, which used to be most likely why they have been out the following, instead of up on the preserve and the port. They appeared capable of hold loads of shipment, yet their drafts will be too deep for a channel outfitted for dragon-boats, which even totally loaded might draw just a couple of inches of water.