CCCXXIX. No Remorse

"Very well, there are only two more left!" Master Egill shouted, to make everyone hear his voice.

The warriors looked at each other, trying to figure out who was next.

The ten volunteers knew Dag and Reidar, but they had barely seen their faces a few times. 

They were 7 Berserkrs and 3 Shieldmaidens and stood firm in position, proud of their choice and without remorse.

While the Masters awaited two other volunteers, a blond boy made his way through the crowd, walking forward silently.

Reidar noticed him, remembering his face and smiled.

"Terje! Come forward, brother!" the archer exclaimed, acknowledging one of his companions, a warrior who, like him, was one of Egill's best students.

Dag looked at him, and when he remembered that that young boy was one of the options when he chose Reidar, he smiled, happy with his choice, believing that also after all that time he didn't lose faith in him.