Time for the Tuesday teasin’, and if I’m not too much mistaken this is the last TT of the year.
So love, I thought, had turned Erik against his brother. Love would make him slash a blade through every oath he had ever sworn. Love has power over power itself.
He’d been playing Barbarian George’s Big Crusade on the PlayStation at his friend Sam’s house, and they’d gotten into the infidel territory and killed thousands of the ‘Rackies, but the game just didn’t seem to have any way to exit. It wasn’t designed so you could ever get out of it, and before he knew it, it was dark outside, and he’d forgotten, and Christmas was just going to be ruined.
“I am Olaf Eagleclaw,” he told me proudly, “And I will meet you in the corpse-hall.”
“Uhtred of Bebbanburg,” I said, and I was stil on the deck as he lifted his ax high.
And Olaf Eagleclaw screamed.