Meanwhile, Lagertha and Brant were walking on the long road and were both saving their energy for the night. Lagertha would usually look back at Brant to make sure he is still behind her during her journey. The journey she ventured on was perilous and filled with blood and darkness; she feared no demon or terrifying creature. Brant had his sword in his scabbard and became certain that his blade would never crack against any of his foes. Lagertha and Brant kept up with each other for as long as they could draw their breath.
“Lagertha, where are we going?” Brant asked.
“Where else should we go? We could go to a mead-hall and enjoy a fine bottle of ale, but it would distract us both,” Lagertha answered.
“Is someone after you? Is this why we haven’t stopped walking for the past three hours?” he asked.