Don't you know, even yet, why I came back to Orkney?" Rognvald said. Than Thorfinn looked up. Rognvald's gaze, waiting for his, took and sustained it. Thorfinn did not look away, but his face held no expression. Rognvald said "I am the dog at your heel. Everything I have ever done has been an attempt to be like Thorfinn.
Dorothy DunnettAbout author
- Author's profession: Novelist
- Nationality: scottish
- Born: August 25, 1923
- Died: November 9, 2001
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