“Eaten?” Ásdís repeated uncertainly. She hadn’t much thought of her own death, it was foretold and it would happen when it would. So she hadn’t considered much either what would happen to her remains. Now that she thought of it Ásdís was surprised that Hrífa wanted such a thing. Shouldn’t he prefer his body to be burned? 

But at least he didn’t want to be consumed by people. The red head couldn’t trade seats at this point and it would be a fair awkward ride to their shared destiny if Hrífa wanted to be eaten by other people. 

Deciding silence was the best course she ducked her head and concentrated instead on rowing.