"Gunnar, my friend!" Wulder roared. "Finally, you return to us alive and well! Though I catch you talking to yourself! Perhaps too much time spent at sea has...!"

As Gunnar turned full around to face the count, Wulder's jubilation wilted. His eyes found the horned helm in Gunnar's hands, so similar to the one on his own head. It was Drexel's.

Wulder stopped. His outstretched arms fell slowly to his sides.

"Dead?" he asked.

Gunnar stepped forward. Silently, he ...