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He could hear the riotous sounds of song and music, jests and laughter. He could see the warriors inside, carousing, dancing with their womenfolk, fighting mock battles. He paused to look inside a window and he was pleased beyond measure to see Keeper, seated at a table, devouring a leg of venison. Skylan waved and called, but Keeper did not appear to see or hear him.

And there was Chloe, watching the dancers, clapping her hands with joy. Skylan had promised the dying girl that he would dance with her in Torval’s Hall. He looked forward to taking her by the hands, leading her in the dance. He shouted her name, but she didn’t hear him.

He searched and finally found Garn, laughing with a man that Skylan couldn’t see until he turned around.

The man was Norgaard, his father.

Skylan was shocked. He had no idea his father had died. Skylan had so much to tell his father. He had so much to make right.

“Father! It is me, Skylan!” he called.

Norgaard turned away, returning to his conversation with Garn.

Skylan left the window and ran to the door. He pounded with his fist and shouted, trying to make himself heard above the noise inside. His voice sounded very small and his cries seemed to float off into eternity.

Skylan kept pounding until his fist was bloody. Suddenly, the door flew open.

“Thank Torval!” Skylan gasped.

He tried to enter.

The god blocked his way.

Torval stood in the door. The god wore his armor made of the finest steel, with a steel breastplate embossed with a dragon’s head. He wore furs around his shoulders and a helm of steel decorated with silver and gold.

His armor was fine, but it was dented, bloody, showing signs of a recent battle. By the sounds of the celebration, Torval and his heroes had been victorious. But they had not won the war. That much was evident by the stern, severe expression on Torval’s face.

“What are you doing here, Fish Knife?” Torval demanded.

Skylan was angered. “Let me in. I belong in the Hall with my comrades!”

“When you are dead, come back. We will discuss it,” said Torval.

The god slammed the door in Skylan’s face.