As Torval watched, his amazement grew. What emerged was a length of some sort of wood. It was dark, almost the color of ebony, and shone with a similar luster. He could see the wood’s grain or else he would not have believed the staff to be wood. As Grafeldr finished unwrapping it, he stood up...
“We should go,” he said.
“You did well, Torval,” Grafeldr said and patted Torval’s shoulder. “We will train more another day.”
“Shall we go to the village market now?” asked Ästa getting to her feet.
To Torval’s amazement she looked fresh and rested. He wiped sweat from his eyes and...
Torval was brought back from his reverie by his father’s voice calling from below. He looked down on the man striding toward him. Ingemar was a big man, over six feet, and well-muscled from years of hard work and countless miles at sea working the sails and oars of the longships. His hair...
A man stands alone, a solitary figure on a final battlefield, and regards his enemy across a narrow strip of desolate earth. His long, blonde hair, caked with dirt, blood, and sweat from the exertion of this conflict, blows back from his scarred and bloodied face in the light wind. The man...
