ANDOR.
After two days of stopping only to allow the horses to drink water and rest, we reached Bjorn's kingdom; behind me, the last glow of a sunset sank in the west and cast highlights of golden amber across the trees. None of us said anything to Miriam, and her mouth was gagged most of the time unless we allowed her to drink water or eat.
Ivar tried to console me all through the journey, he insisted that Edmund got everyone out safe or tried dying, but that was the part that made me unable to sleep. I knew that Edmund would try, but he would also fail; he wasn't strong enough to stop an invasion.
"We'll reach Bjorn's Kingdom before evening," Floki said as he rode near me.
"That's good," I answered slowly.
"What is your plan?" He asked.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, what are you going to do about your family? Are you going to wait around while the council interrogates her?"
