The Sons of Adam: The sequel of The Immortal Collection (A Saga of the Ancient Family Book 2) Read Free Page B

thousand of these Harleys for north Africa. In theory they were for the desert, but I use it in Europe and it serves me well," he said, starting up the engine with a thunderous roar.
    "I'll follow you, Iago del Castillo," he said with a mocking smile.
    "Let's go Dana. You drive," I said, throwing her the keys of the 4x4 I had bought to replace the one that killed my daughter.
    Dana got in the car without asking any questions and I sat in the passenger seat.
    "Where to, Iago?"
    "We're going to the Ciriego cemetery."
    "I was afraid of that," she sighed.
    She started the ignition and for a moment both engines added further noise to the storm that was going on inside my head.
    I rolled down the window, I needed some fresh air.
    "Iago, this wasn't just a coincidence," she said, worried. "Not after Nagorno fled last year. Besides, there's something here that's not right. I don't know what it is, I can't put my finger on it, but..."
    "Quiet, please," I begged. "We have less than fifteen minutes before we get there. I need silence. I need to think quickly."
    Dana stopped talking, frowned and concentrated on the road. Gunnarr followed just thirty centimeters behind. He rode a bike in the same way he rode a horse, accelerating and braking, as if it was a game.
    I shut my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to shut out the outside world.
    One: we left the Barrio del Portio neighborhood. My son faked his own death.
    Two: we left Liencres behind. Nagorno knew and he lied to us, because he told us that Gunnarr had died in his arms with a shattered skull and the English had destroyed my son's body.
    Three: we passed by Soto de la Marina. Gunnarr finds me a year after the supposed death of Nagorno, pretending to be a historian specialized in the Middle Ages. A very fitting game for him.
    Four: we went round the roundabout. If the last ten thousand years trailing the earth has taught me anything, it's that coincidences rarely occur. Could this be one of those remote possibilities?
    Five and we had arrived. Gunnarr still holds a grudge, he hasn't come back to make peace.
    "Iago, I wasn't expecting this but it's obvious that you and Gunnarr have more than one issue you need to sort out. Is there something I should know about your son?"
    "How much do you know about the Nordic culture?"
    "You know that I'm not very fond of the sagas. I had enough with Snorri's Prose Edda."
    I smiled and ruffled her hair.
    "I'll bring you up to date then. We had a custom of giving nicknames that described us. Mine was Kolbrun."
    "Kolbrun?"
    " He of the eyebrows as black as coal . You will have heard many more: Sven Split-Beard , Hakon Broad-Shoulders , Magnus The Great . In fact the entire world says the nickname of a given Danish king every day, Harald Blue Tooth ."
    "Blue Tooth? I don't think so, I've never heard it before."
    "Look at your cell phone, Dana. It's got Bluetooth, hasn't it?"
    "And what's that got to do with anything?"
    "The Bluetooth technology logo is actually runes. They're the initials of Harald Bluetooth. The symbol you can see is the letter H hagall , hail and the B is the letter berkana , which symbolizes birch. Harald Bluetooth was a Danish and Norwegian king in the 10th century who united the Norwegian, Swedish and Danish tribes to convert them to Christianity. Likewise, the Bluetooth protocol brings together digital communication systems."
    "So, what was Gunnarr's nickname?"
    "Gunnarr The Trickster ."
    Dana stared at the rear mirror and accelerated so that Gunnarr didn't hit the fender with his wheel.
    "I get it," she said. "Conflictive son comes back from the dead to take care of pending business with his father."
    Or worse, Dana. Or worse , I thought.
    "Do you think he's changed?"
    "It seems that you don't really know the Ancient Family as well as you thought."
    "And what's that supposed to mean?"
    "That us longevos never change."
     
    Just then we stopped in front of the cemetery gates. The time had come to say goodbye, even