| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 18 | 326 | It was a View more quotes about large">large Kur, brownish, with blazing eyes, rings in its ears. |
| 18 | 327 | In its right hand it dragged a human female. |
| 18 | 328 | It was Thyri. |
| 18 | 329 | Ivar motioned me back. |
| 18 | 330 | Blocking the path of the Kur was a man, in a kirtle of white wool, a collar of black iron at his throat. |
| 18 | 331 | He held his ax lifted. |
| 18 | 332 | The Kur snarled, but the man, Tarsk, Thrall of the Forkbeard, once Wulfstan of Kassau, did not move. |