They meet storm, then calm. A splintering wave nearly claims the mast; the shield-maiden’s hands are steady. In the brief lull after, the navigator points: sails on the far line. Not merchant flags — a war-band, heavy with iron and hot with hunger. Astryr's jaw sets. He signals the crew; they pull the oars like men who have hammered out their courage on an anvil.

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They meet storm, then calm. A splintering wave nearly claims the mast; the shield-maiden’s hands are steady. In the brief lull after, the navigator points: sails on the far line. Not merchant flags — a war-band, heavy with iron and hot with hunger. Astryr's jaw sets. He signals the crew; they pull the oars like men who have hammered out their courage on an anvil.