Halgrin scraped the last stubble from his scalp with his dagger, then
wiped the hair and blood from the blade and put it away. He had shaved
himself bald except for a narrow crest of hair like a coxcomb. Now he
stripped to the waist and lowered his head. He didn’t know the words of
the Slayer’s Oath, for he had never considered becoming one. Hopefully
the god would accept his imperfect vow in the spirit in which it was
given.
 
   
“Grimnir, father of valor,” he said. “For my shame and the wrongs I
have done, I vow to you that I will die in battle, facing the mightiest
creatures I can find. I hope, through my death, to redeem myself in
your eyes, and that you will find me worthy to enter your halls.”


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