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The people of the Northlands knew of only one; Oden’s Jakt. “Dead? Gay sex Who took your life?”The soul’s voice echoed as it whispered,  ‘A mighty Warlord took my life when we faced each other in combat.’“When was this?”The soul did not reply.“Time has little meaning to a soul,” said Brynnan.The King clarified his question.“The sun has travelled across the sky, but the moon still rises in the house of the Swan,” the ghost replied.“He means ‘yesterday,’” said Brynnan helpfully.“And how can you travel so fast, Brynnan Marec Mavrenn, unless you are also a vætre, a spirit being?”“Perhaps I am.”King Eirik turned back to the soul of Falke. I will do this until the Hunter chooses to release me.’There were murmurs of dismay among the assembly at the mention of the Hunt. But now, put your questions aside. He was offered to the Sea God but was stolen by one Jarl Arne of the longship Mjothvitnir. This angered the Powers and cheated the Lord of Death, who used the Wild Hunt to terrify and confuse the raiding warriors. He is still raiding across the sea!