Carl was wearing a trouser, bare body, working on his boat. Arne met him there."You are not done with this little boat of yours," Arne asked."Look who is talking; I have been doing this all alone for days now. You expect me to be as fast as the others were; they had so many helpers," Carl said."Since you decided to build your own rather than taking the Viking boat, that would have been easier," Arne said."Ok fine I will be done a few days from now; I am almost done," Carl says.Arne walked close to the boat and started touching the body of the boat with his hand. He used his hand to know how far Carl had gone with the project."Your still far, boy; you still have a long way to go; you need to find a helping hand; otherwise, you will be on this for a very long time," Arne says, reburst."What are you saying? I am almost done, Arne. I will be done in a few days," Carl calmly said."Whatever, you will be needing this." Arne gave Carl a necklace."What's this, and what for? I don't li
It is very early in the morning, the breeze is very strong, and the cold is very strong. King Erik got up feeling so cold that he covered himself with his big duvet."Oh sh*t, is it morning? What's going on outside?" King Erik said.He was hearing some voices outside. He got up from his bed and went outside to check what the noise was all about. On getting outside, he saw someone kneeling on his knees with blood all over his face."Kill him!Hang him!Burn him!" the people were shouting.King Erik came out and was confused about the noise in the early morning, why the people were shouting to execute someone, and who had been beaten up."Greetings, my king!" Lars greeted"What's going on here?" Erik asked."His a traitor, his a foreigner, from an unknown location, he was caught by the Vikings vigilant group," Lars explains.Erik went close to the foreigner."I am not friendly, but I will ask politely, who are you and where are you from?" Erik asked.The foreigner is black in complexion, v
Carl was done with the boat and was very happy to finally finish his building."This is very beautiful; I am now ready to raid. I love you, baby," Carl joyfully said as he hugged the boat.Carl rushed to Arne's place to let him know he was done with his building. He took his bag with him. On reaching Arne's house, Arne was outside, taking some fresh air, with his dried meat on his left hand, which he was taking slowly to busy his mouth."Wow, old man, are you really having a good time out here?" Carl said."You can join me. It is very tasty, and the meat is wonderful." Arne gives out the meat to Carl.Carl took a piece of the place and chewed it."Hmmmm, who prepared it? This is very good." Carl compliments"Ha ha ha, you haven't heard about it; I am a good cook; with the gods eye, I cook more than those that have sight." Arne brags Carl took a seat and sat down, still putting on a smiling face."What is it, Carl? You're very happy today. I haven't seen you happy for a long time," Ar
It's already night, and the warriors are ready to march to the east. Everyone was waiting for King Erik."What about your father?" Ina asked Martin."I don't know, probably somewhere, but he will be here soon," Martin replied.The warriors were with their light fire, which enabled them to see through the dark. Not long after they heard the horse noise coming from behind, the king was with his brother Janssen."We have come together to achieve the greatest feet; the easterners have touched a lion by its tail, which is not acceptable because the lion is sleeping. A lion is more dangerous than an awakened dog. We march to east land, destroy all of them, take their wives with us; their treasure now belongs to the Vikings; leave no soul alive, warriors," Erik shouted.The whole group of warriors cheered, hit their swords with their shields, and marched their legs on the ground. They began to travel; they were marching slowly. Carl was missing. Erik was looking for Carl with his eye contact
It's midday, and the king and his council were having a talk on how they would attack the Easterners, while the Easterners were just relaxing and doing their normal day activities, not aware of the Vikings coming to attack."We can't just go in there at once; that's one stupid way to attack." Martin argued with Lars, who said they should attack once."We going with all our warriors is quite risky and dangerous. What if they are waiting? They may know about our camp and are already waiting. You see, we are just entering their trap," Janssen says in agreement with Martin."The warriors are all prepared; we will attack with every strategy that we have: the archers, the horsemen, and the swordsmen. The question is, Who moveses first? H can we get past the gate of the Easterners?" Carl asked."I have an idea." Ina raised her hand; all eyes were on her to know what she had to say on the way to break into the Easterners territory."This is what we did first: Carl with the archer will go with
The warriors were ready; it was already getting dark; it was time to attack; the camps had been brought down; and everyone was ready to move."I can't believe it, your sleeping; that's ill of you," Janssen yells at Lars.Lars couldn't believe everything that happened was a dream; he was slightly happy that he wasn't dead after all. Lars was still worried about why he was so frightening in his dream and about the disbelief of not achieving success. He stood up and took his sword. He drank water from his water can."I wasn't sleeping; I just had a bad dream," Lars tells his dad."What's the dream all about?" Janssen asked."It was about going in with Ina, Martin, and Carl without getting a view of the inside territory; it sounds like suicide, and we all got killed in there," Lars said."I don't understand the fear; you literally wanted the attack to be first done between you, Ina, Martin, and Carl. I don't understand the dream; Erik and others opposed the plan, but you insisted on carry
The city of the easterners has been destroyed; the houses were set ablaze; the general was caught alive; while the king was killed by Carl through an arrow, none of the easterners were left alive except the general, who was taken along with the Vikings.King Erik tied the hand of the general and made him run after his horse. Erik punished the general until they reached the Vikings. Erik told his warriors to tie the general up at the gathering square. The children of the Vikings were made to throw dirt and waste products at the general. One kid will come to his face and urinate, while others will throw faeces at his face.Erik and his council, along with his sons, were celebrating their successful raid, drinking and eating, and having fun."The easterners are no more; the eastlands now belong to the Vikings," Janssen shouted."Yeahhhh," everyone cheered."The easterners had been a threat to the Vikings and a pin in the ass for us; we have been the stronger side, but they vow not to bac
Erik had rushed to Arne's house to ask him about Carl. He has been worried about Carl missing since their return from the east."Hello, old man, you never cease to amaze the king. What are you doing?" Erik asked Arne was trying to put out a fire and cook some food. He was struggling with wood, and his pot of water had poured away without him knowing."This wood is hard. I am trying to get it into pieces so I can make some food for myself." Arne responded "Okay, don't you think it's high time you got a wife or someone to take care of you? At least be helping you with the chores; you don't have to stretch your weak veins," Erik said."Well, I have to correct you there; my veins are not weak; I am very strong, like a twenty-four-year old boy; I can take care of myself; I make a good meal more than you; hopefully you will wait; I will finish this meal; you will like it," Arne urged.Erik laughs. Arne pauses and wonders why Erik is laughing—is it about his meal?"Hey, you have to apologi
Love came in strange times, in strange forms. Edgar goggled at the now fat woman on his bed, her belly swollen with his seed. He smiled, he couldn't relatively call her a child presently. But in his eyes she was still a child, despite her size. " You're back!" She yelled and rushed to him, pushing a coprolite in ceremoniously and clumsily down. " Easy now darling so you do not hurt yourselves" he smiled meaningfully and hugged her. Her frame filling his hands. She was beautiful. " Did you get my grapes? The imported bones ?" She asked as she seized his sachel and dug in madly. She lowered and looked up at him, coming up with shanks and ointments and everything she did not need. " It's not outside, don't tell me you forgot again" she pouted " Are you telling me my woman isn't happy to see me but her grapes" he asked " You're of no use my Lord" she replied and left the bag on the bottom, moving to her hair bunch where she was stitching an unattractive crooked pattern. " Isee.y
Selene sat on the rustic seat close to the pine tree. There was a mat laid before her. A dish of egg and veal sat in the plate. There was a mug of mice smelling wine and the knight by her side beamed The youthful handsome knight smiled at the queen and took her hand in his, placing a small kiss there. She had been more open to love after her fire at Kiro and with her resoluteness to not be alone, she would began seeing the youthful knight she met in city weeks agone . Her heart didn't quack when he was with her like it did for the Lord but. Selene lowered at her own studies and scolded herself. " It's a nice place" Selene said with a smile. She was relaxed, at peace and comfortable with a nice man, she reminded herself snappily. " It's my haven. I set up it times ago when I first came a royal legionnaire" the knight replied with a fascinating smile. Selene jounced " Come" the man said and led her to the mat, sitting there himself and folding his legs before him. He took a chops
Edgar goggled at her hair. It had been trolled and pulled up. The healer behind her held her hair as she voided her stomach into a pot by the corner of the roof. He'd slept exhausted. nearly like a dead body. The cold roof calming him and blarneying him to sleep further. But his mind upset. He wasn't at peace, he demanded to see Selene. As he opened the roof delirium, he met the healer forcing a mug to her mouth. She drank and rippled, evacuating her mouth into the pot. A condiment was handed her and she masticated sluggishly. A virgin smell now filling the roof. " My Lord" the healer bowed " How is she" he questioned " She'll heal. Her body is fighting a important catholicon" the healer replied " How long?" Edgar asked " She has too important of it in her, we can only supplicate she fights if out, if she feeds and drinks her drug she has a better chance" she answered Edgar jounced. The healer curtsied and left the roof. The bed the child laid was advanced, beaters had b
The sun came after the cold night. The Kiro soldiers had surrendered sluggishly. Some that defied killed without delay. Edgar had discovered that the high rank patricians were all trampers. All had been killed, burnt by the mountain with the townies watching dolefully. The townies had been too eager to accept his rulership. utmost empty with torn dresses and worn shoes. Indeed the oldest elder had thanked him for coming to" save" them. The sun was over when Edgar was ready to leave. He'd shoot further men to secure his new fiefdom, just in case any was willing to mutiny against the new leadership. Edgar was ready to leave. He demanded to return your his area first. His men were sick now, their faces grim with dirt and empty looking. He moved to the room that his family and the child slept. Alexandra was awake. " Family" he conceded and moved to the child. He shook her awake and settled her as she shocked " What did they do to you?" He asked in a gentle tale. "She.they.I
The loud voices of his men came from below his window. He had not slept a wink. His muscles sore from fighting his men all might. In the moon light. They patrolled the fields and boundaries till dusk. No legionnaire slept. They should be ready. Edgar sat on his window pane. He endured to draw blood. That of the Kiro king. long since he'd felt the excitement of a raw battle. Of force and a good fight. Not conquering weak townlets. He could taste the war on his lingo. Men would fall, but Kiro would be no more. He'd purify the land if the council couldn't. He would. He would. The pest would come a story. History told to children to avoid the night. He'd make sure of it The morning air was sticky. patches of snow drifted onto his room from the open window. His fire place raging. reflecting his feelings. The manor house was quiet. The maids and man retainers watching quietly as he and the soldiers fought all night. They knew. They knew battle was upon them. He'd heard the wails of
This was a phenomenon. One that want as awful. Edgar goggled down at the men that knelt before him Should they be guillotined or hung? He contemplated. It was noon. The sky lustrously. The room colder. Empty. Where was the child? Where was his family? Edgar turned to the red cloaked men still with the Sol emblem. " How could she have been taken without your knowing?" He asked " The lady was in her chamber. She had retired for the day. It's the morning that her hand demoiselle blazoned her missing, out steed stolen with a carriage. Her Chambers ruined" the man said with a bow How weak were his men? Indeed his men had been there, at the lair. Tarrying the night in shifts. Nothing should have gotten past them and it didn't. No bone saw his family leave. They must have known the manor house enough to steal her down so still. Was she alive at all? Alexandra would have fought, would have woken the entire palace with her riots. He knew his family that much. Six parties were trans
There was a fair girl. Her hair as white was the sun. Her eyes a blue sparkle that reminded her of her won father. The girl smiled happily. Playing with the woman next to her. A stark replica. Her mama . There was a boundary, one as thin as air that kept her out, all her trouble and cries to join the reunion unproductive. The aged woman turned to her and gestured. Smiling at her sorely. Selene woke with a jolt. Her unhappiness following her from the dream world. She could still feel the burning wrathfulness. How could they leave her? She sat on her bed for a nanosecond. Stretching her stiff branches and yawning. She could smell fresh cutlet all the way from her room. The royal kitchen last in the hall. She swung her legs over the bed and left for the restroom. Eager to submerge in the warm water. The morning was cold. The room colder as the fire had long turned to smoking coals. Selene undressed herself precipitously and buried herself in the warm pot. The scent of lavender gen
When Selene eventually woke. She was spooked, hysterical the morning would bring reality. That the Lord would leave her cold and unwanted. Alone. " What makes you sad so early child" came the hard voice Selene couldn't hide her smile. She threw her hands over the Lord that sat but her bed. Naked " Do you have a want to not walk again?" He asked as her soft body pressed to him. Arousing hia inextinguishable passion Selene turned pink and pulled down " My Lord" she said " Call me Edgar while we remain alone child" he said " I'm not a child" Selene snapped angrily, the name had come endless " You are, you haven't seen the layoffs I've or nearly the summer. You're a babe. A child" the Lord replied and pulled her to him. stroking her hair. " Do you wish to break your fast in bed?" He asked "No.my Lord.I.the retainers, they would speak ofthis.of us" she stammered " They should. I've awaited long enough to have you" the Lord replied Selene lowered at him fondly " solicitude not.
There's someone for everyone. Selene could flash back her mama 's stylish friend always said Where was her someone? In all the death and fear. Where was her someone. Selene opened her eyes. To see the sun, the face the world. She had passed outon.on the Lord. He'd come for her. She had watched through vague eyes as heslew.adead.what it was she was not sure. But he'd killed it again. transferred it to the grave yet again. It had turned someone differently. A youthful girl with unheroic hair and rotting skin. A clear mark of the pest. " What worries you" came the voice at her side. Selene jerked down. Her eyes settling on the Lord by her side She looked into his eyes. The dark balls brimmed with life. Experience. Wariness and worry. Was he bothered over her? She was certain this was the Sol king. stable. Alive. His eyes didn't stay into perpetuity nor did her ignore her. He was by her bedside. Selene pulled down, unintentional to let him see how glad that she was he was back to