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him.
    Magnus wanted to protect him because he was convinced that he was a longevo. Lyra took charge of breastfeeding him. Her milk had not dried up since her last daughter had died a few months before from a fever, and Gunnarr had such a strong jaw that he had destroyed the breasts of the wet nurses I had paid. In just a few days, every one of them had quit.
    As my father left with the seidkona , accompanying her to the valley, Lyra came out of the skali , alerted by Magnus' shouting.
    She glared at him and said:
    "You shouldn't do it, she's not a fake."
    "Are you going to believe her?" asked Magnus, throwing his arms in the air.
    "Whilst Gunborga was giving birth she put me in a trance as well. She needed another woman who knew how to recite the chants and Gunborga prepared me because she knew that she wouldn't survive the birth. The seidkona made me see things, brother," Lyra whispered.
    "What did she make you see, and what are you so scared of?"
    "It will be one of us, Nagorno. But I saw something that I don't understand: Gunnarr will rise from the dead and will disrupt everyone's lives. Urko's, Lür's and yours."
    Magnus stared at her, not believing a word.
    "How convenient, how come he doesn't disrupt your life?"
    Lyra sighed, and that sound has caused me endless pain.
    "Never tell anyone what I just saw, Nagorno. Never tell father or Urko."
    "Fine, tell me."
    "When Gunnarr rises from the dead, I won't be there to protect the family."
    He was quiet, taking in the implications of what he had just been told. Quite simply, I refused to believe it.
    Lyra wasn't going to die.
    Never.
    I would always be at her side to protect her and make up for the bad things that happened to her.
    They looked at each other for a long time, just a few centimeters separating them. Then Magnus rested his arm on her shoulder.
    "So I'll be there. I'll never stop looking out for the members of this family.
    Lyra looked away.
    "That's not what I saw."
    I was listening, with the infant in my arms, but Gunnarr was also listening, and if it wasn't for the fact that I knew it was impossible, I would have sworn that he understood each and every word of what was said that day...
    ... and I don't think he will ever forget.
     
    "Adriana, you couldn't imagine the things that you can believe when a child as exceptional as Gunnarr appears to be a possible longevo. They were happy times for me, watching him grow year after year.
    Every morning there was a reason to get out of bed, and Gunnarr gave it to me. He brought joy to the farm, nobody could resist his charm. He was always willing to work, ever since he was a boy. For years I suspected that some old slave woman had told him I was on the verge of exposing him and he was so grateful that he survived, that every sunrise was a reason to celebrate.
    He woke up before anyone else, fed the animals, helped my father with the fish that had been caught and accompanied his uncle Magnus to the port to trade. Lyra taught him about the runes that Gunborga had carved and he began to carve stones. Before long there wasn't a single object on the farm that didn't have his mark on it. All of our daggers had some protection spell on them, the shields, the horns we used to drink from, even the back of the chair I sat on to preside over the banquets.”
    "Look, father! I always hit the tree trunk and I don't even have to look. Uncle Magnus has trained me, he's better than you with axes," he said one day as he threw two small axes at a tree where he trained every morning."
    "Why do you use both hands for everything?" I asked him, trying to hide my fatherly pride.
    "The question is that we walk on two feet, we listen with two ears, we see with two eyes. Why do you all use just one hand, as if you didn't have another?"
    "Not everyone has your ability," I repeated for the umpteenth time.
    "I can see that, but don't try and hold me back just because the rest of you can't match my skills, father," he said laughing, with that