Someone was already waiting when we reached the gate. It would not take a genius to figure that any dwarf in these parts would probably be from my house. Your someone was ordered to wait for you and then that someone went back to the ships. Another someone was waiting for him. I suppose the someone was a better archer than a secret keeper.
Dead men tell no tales.
Turning from Garm, Freydis looked to where Thjodrerir and Aran stood listening and whispering between themselves. Last night, Thjodrerir, you told you father that Aran and the church-boys helped to save you at Thorir s hall. You said you had to get home to see your papa. You had to tell him something important. But, Mjollnir tells me you only told him of your rescue and how this boy Aran saved you.