Tears were starting to roll down her cheeks. She had willed them away but her strength had abandoned her. Nonetheless, she stood there tall and proud. The seiĆ°menn would not claim her without a fight. She had failed as a woman but she was a warrior through and through. She would fight with whatever strength she could muster even in her vaning condition.
"I do not mean you harm," the man spoke in broken Norse. She wondered if this was death. Brenna pulled at her seaweed shackles that the stranger had bound her with. They had bend to his will and all he had to do was to whisper a word. But they were too strong for her or she was to weak.