Ragnar and Dirk were hurrying
toward the paddock, but Olaf Far-traveler beat them to it. He leaped the fence, grappled Starkad by the
waist, and threw him into the water-trough.
Otkel snatched his axe from where it rested on his shoulder, while
Starkad spluttered in the water.
“Haw!” Olaf bellowed. “If that water’s for horses, it should do for
an ass!”
(from Secret
Murder: Who Shall Judge? by Ellen Kuhfeld)
4½*/10.
The complete review is here.
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