CCLX. The Catapult

"You have proved to be a strong and valiant warrior, with fair principles. I congratulate you, Dag. I am proud that such a young man with broad views is the Warchief of our union!" Sander said, resting his hand on his shoulder, congratulating him as his companions also approached them toward the center of the Arena.

Freydis hugged him and he closed his eyes, smiling and enjoying the moment.

Gridd, Reidar, and Karl looked at him with pride, sure he would make it. 

As the festivities began in the arena and wagons with drinks and food of all kinds entered the square, Dag's gaze fell on Sivert, who had remained behind the altar, merely smiling at him.