“Hildeburg, have I told you about the dream I had before you were born?”
“About the necklace?”
“It was a terrible time. Your father was dead, and I thought your sister and I would be next. I didn’t know who to trust, and I couldn’t flee with you in my belly. I ate so little the midwife warned me you would die. I prayed to Goddess Freya for your survival and sent gifts to her shrine. I didn’t expect to survive your birth—and then what would have happened? To you? To Hereswid?
“My serving woman brought me a birthing draught. I pushed her hand away. She told me you were taking too long, that I had to rest because you had a right to be born. I was so tired, I took the drink. That’s when I dreamed.”
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