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  “You’re really here, in the flesh, aren’t you?” Starkad asked. “No dreams, no shadowy, cryptic warnings. No subtle manipulations of my sleeping mind that so oft leave me to believe your schemes are my very own plans. No, you are truly here.” Starkad rose, grasping the runeblade’s scabbard with one hand. “In the daylight, I cannot hear your heartbeat. But I think you are quite real now.”

  Odin leaned on his walking stick while Sleipnir wandered off to drink from the river. “I am here, my son.”

  Starkad snorted. “You are even less a father to me than he was.”

  All Odin could do was shake his head. “Perhaps I deserve your scorn, perhaps not. Either way, I have taken it upon myself to serve as the guardian of all Midgard and all humanity. I rather think that makes me a father to all. Regardless, I did not force you down any of the dark roads you have trod. You may recall I warned you long ago against walking away from the Aesir. Your hubris has guided your every step.”

  Starkad bared his teeth. In the bright light, his fangs had receded, unnoticeable unless one was looking for them. “You dare speak to me of hubris, old man? Do you know what has happened to me?”

  Odin sighed and shook his head once more. He was too weary for this. “I know enough.”

  “Oh, that I do not doubt. You foresaw all of this, did you not? Perhaps you even planned it from the very beginning. Did you know Hervor would murder my friend? That he would haunt us, destroy us? Did you?”

  “Dear Starkad … you too have the Sight, even if not so strong as mine. Do your instincts predict every outcome with perfect accuracy, years in advance?”

  Starkad sneered at him. “I notice you do not answer the question.”

  Cleverer than he had once been. Time had taught him harsh lessons, it seemed, forced him to grow. Much as it had Odin himself. “You have the only answer I am able to offer you. And you’ve done well, despite the setbacks you suffered. You helped bring all the runeblades back to the North Realms.”

  “You used me.”

  “As you well knew. Your gift had a price.”

  Now the other man spat at Odin’s feet. “I no longer have need of the extra years you’ve granted me. My death is eternal, as, it seems, is my time upon Midgard.”

  “Unlikely. Naught lasts forever, as Loki has oft reminded me. Either way, if you wish to be freed from me, just walk away. Only leave the sword. ”

  Starkad chuckled darkly, then slowly slid Mistilteinn from its sheath. A very faint purple light glinted off its runes. “This sword? This blade which can kill even an immortal?” The man pointed the blade at Odin’s chest. “Tell me, old man, why should I not kill you for what you have wrought of me? Your hand guided every dark step, every sickening twist of urd that has tormented me until naught remained of the man I was.”

  Odin took a step back, unable to say with certainty whether Starkad’s claims of this runeblade’s power held true or not. Each runeblade had its unique, terrible gift. Perhaps any of them might have slain him with enough blows, but Starkad seemed convinced this could do it as though Odin were a mortal man. “The man you were? The man who betrayed his brother?”

  “You tricked me!”

  “If that were true, you would have struck me down already.”

  Starkad advanced on him, forcing Odin back until his heels brushed the waters of the river. “I am sore tempted.”

  Armed with such a blade—if it possessed the power Starkad claimed—the man might just pull it off. Especially considering Odin didn’t have Gungnir and was already wounded and exhausted. Still, in daylight, the outcome would’ve been far from certain. Odin could probably have struck Starkad down and taken the sword.

  Neither such a risk nor destroying Starkad actually much served Odin’s interest, though. The man had returned the runeblade to the North Realms and was not like to take it far from here. As long as all the runeblades remained in play here, Odin could control them in the end, ensure they wound up where they needed to be come Ragnarok. And indeed, the transformation in Starkad might even serve Odin’s ends. It might have created an even more useful weapon for the final battle.

  So Odin held up his hands for peace.

  Starkad glared, the debate raging over his face. Then he finally backed away, lowering the runeblade’s point into the sand. “Be gone from my sight, Ás. I am no longer your pawn.”

  Without taking his eyes off Starkad or the fell runeblade, Odin edged along the river to where Sleipnir pranced around. Still watching the vampire, Odin mounted his horse, grunting at the fresh jolt of pain that induced. Then he inclined his hat at Starkad, ever so slightly, turned Sleipnir, and rode out over the river.

  Let the man have his momentary victory. After all, Starkad had won it at great price to himself. It had cost him all he had ever loved and even his own life. Odin hardly envied him the pain of it. But then again, Starkad could not imagine the things Odin himself had lost in pursuit of his ends. Such seemed the inevitable price of greatness.

  Odin cast a final look back over his shoulder, but Starkad had disappeared off into the trees. He would seek his solitude in the days to come. Some wounds did not heal, of course, but Starkad would no doubt lurk in shadows, hoping for reprieve even as anger and grief festered.

  He would, perhaps, think that his transformation might abrogate the curse that had so plagued him.

  He would be wrong, of course.

  Time would draw him from his solitude and reignite his inevitable wanderlust and need to press human limits. Wars would call him, and Mistilteinn would claim lives again and again.

  It all served Odin’s aims.

  In the meantime, he had a great deal of other pawns that needed to be guided around the board. The game was far from over.

  The Saga Continues …

  D ear Reader,

  Thanks for reading!

  Hervor’s saga is ended.

  But the Ragnarok Era has far more tales to tell.

  Though now worshipped as a god, Odin was once a man.

  A man desperate to avenge his father’s murder.

  But when a goddess offers him immortality he has to ask ...

  What if the price is higher than he can pay?

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  The Runeblade Saga is done for now, but Odin’s story continues in The Apples of Idunn :

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  Matt

  Author’s Note

  Astute readers will note that this book takes place immediately after The High Seat of Asgard , with the flashbacks actually occurring during that book. Which is to say, this volume actually brings us up to present in the main Ragnarok Era series.

  As is my habit, I had this entire series outlined before I even began the first book. As the story developed, in refining the outline and in early drafts, some things changed. Aspects of the tale got expanded, split, or rearranged. One thing that never changed, though, was the ending.

  It was inevitable, from the moment Hervor decided to murder Orvar-Oddr, that she would come to a bad end. Her life of violence and murder and amoralism could only end one way. So I knew she would have a terrible fallout with Starkad from the beginning. And naturally, as anyone familiar with the myth knows, she and Höfund would marry and bear a son much more famous than either of them.

  So yes, this is the end of the series, at least in its present arc. If time allows and the demand is there, I could continue it later in the timeline. Hervor’s son Heidrik has his own share of dark adventures that I would very much enjoy retelling some day.

  Also worth noting is that in Starkad’s original myth, he gets his jaw cut off by a different shieldmaiden in a different battle (Vebiorg, in fact). However, the story demanded it unequivocally be Hervor. How could it be anyone else?

  Special thanks to my wife, to my cover designer, to my editor, to Lisa, and to everyone in the Skalds’ Tribe for
supporting me in this project.

  Thank you for reading,

  Matt

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  DAYS OF BROKEN OATHS

  Runeblade Saga: Book Five

  MATT LARKIN

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