The Forgotten - Chapter 10

Sigwulf stopped and knocked on a stout, black oak, wooden door.

“Enter.”  A muffled called voice from inside.

Sigwulf opened the door and stood aside to let Astrid enter first.  He followed and shut the door behind him.

  Astrid stared at the room.  A small fire blazed in the stone wall on her left, and books lined the right.  In the centre of the room, was a large wooden desk piled high with papers, scrolls and books.  Behind the desk sat a man with iron grey hair and a weather beaten face.  His grey eyes were harsh and his expression grim.