393 CCCXCIII. The Bad Dream (2/2)
”I'd love to stay in here forever, but we have to go, my love” he said, rising from the floor, stretching out and beginning to get dressed to face the battle.
”What kind of dream was it?”
”Nothing important... I just have a bad feeling... be careful when you go down with Gridd down there... and keep an eye on my brother, you know he's a little bit clumsy in this kind of thing” Freydis continued, not speaking openly to Dag about her dream, during which she had seen dozens and dozens of wolves kill him and his companions, then climb back up to them and complete the massacre.
”Dreams are often the manifestation of one's fears. When you fear something a lot, you may dream that thing will happen in the worst possible way. Don't worry, Freydis, I'm going to be careful. Those sons of bitches deserve a lesson, I can't wait to get my hands dirty with their beastly blood” Dag replied, tying his belt around his waist and completing his battle setting.
Both of them walked out of the room, noting that most of the soldiers were ready to go, as well as the Masters, who were waiting for their Warchief to arrive.
Reidar was talking to Gridd, discussing about the impending battle and dipping the tip of some of his arrows into a purple liquid contained in a bowl, while Egill and Kjell were on the other side, explaining the details to the soldiers who had spent the night in the other house.
A few minutes after arriving in the main room, Dag saw the door to Sander's room open.
The Master Of Defense came out accompanied by the soldier who the day before had promised Dag to fabricate a tool that would help Sander walk.
In fact, he was now able to move autonomously, with a kind of wooden prosthesis attached to his knee, which enveloped the injured part of its lower joint and rested on the ground, unloading the weight on the wooden splint identified by Dag, very robust and resistant.
Despite still having to get used to his new leg, Sander didn't seem to have much trouble walking on that uneven floor and looked at the soldiers with a happy air, glad he didn't have to be a burden to the whole team.
The soldier who had improvised a woodworker looked at his Warchief, who reciprocated with a smile and winked at him, satisfied with his work.
”So, ladies! Do we want to get out of this place?” Sander asked in a playful tone and full of good intentions for the future, tying his axe to the belt and his huge tower shield behind his back, ready to pull it out at any time.
”And I was starting to get used to this place...” Egill chuckled, happy for his friend and ready to go, with the staff in his hands.
”It seems to me that you are all ready, perfect! I'll recap the plan for the last time, so pay attention to the details and ask what you didn't understand!” Dag said, drawing the attention of all the soldiers, including those from the second house, who had already listened to Kjell and Egill's explanation.