Zorikh tried to ignore the king. He turned his attention instead to Queen Wealtheow, who had been all but dead a moment before. Some color had returned to her pale face and Zorikh thought he felt the flutter of a pulse in her wrist. “What the heck is happening?” he asked Theodora, who knelt by him and watched Wealtheow closely.
“I’m sure I don’t know,” she said as she pressed a hand to the queen’s brow. “She’s warming up.” Grendel wearily joined them, and peered over their heads in disbelief. He took in the sight of the young queen, still caked with dark dried blood, who seemed so innocent now that the curse had been broken.
“So this is the stalker in your halls,” the giant growled towards Hrothgar. “I see that you still inspire the same sort of hate from folk who know you, king of the Scyldings.”
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