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| *'''Bragi:''' ''There was a woman called [[Nal]] who came by ship to [[Fornberg]] unheralded, demanding to meet King [[Sigvaldi]], [[Styrbjorn]]'s father. Nal was from [[Gautland]]. She was tall and rugged and strong, and everyone who walked near her said she smelled of men's blood. When her message was sent to our King, Nal was made to wait a full day. Yet she did not complain. She watched the waves and sang songs. Night came and went and still Nal sat by the shore of the fjord, singing her songs. She skipped rocks with children and smiled. As the afternoon of the second day approached, King Sigvaldi's messenger reappeared. They spoke quietly together. At last the messenger stood back and waved to some men nearby. Three men bearing three chests of silver approached quickly. They set the chests of silver in Nal's ship and stood back. Then Nal stepped forward, swinging a large bloodied sack before her. Nal opened the sack and emptied it on the shore. Seven pair of hands tumbled to the ground. Nal then mounted her ship and sailed away.'' | | *'''Bragi:''' ''There was a woman called [[Nal]] who came by ship to [[Fornberg]] unheralded, demanding to meet King [[Sigvaldi]], [[Styrbjorn]]'s father. Nal was from [[Gautland]]. She was tall and rugged and strong, and everyone who walked near her said she smelled of men's blood. When her message was sent to our King, Nal was made to wait a full day. Yet she did not complain. She watched the waves and sang songs. Night came and went and still Nal sat by the shore of the fjord, singing her songs. She skipped rocks with children and smiled. As the afternoon of the second day approached, King Sigvaldi's messenger reappeared. They spoke quietly together. At last the messenger stood back and waved to some men nearby. Three men bearing three chests of silver approached quickly. They set the chests of silver in Nal's ship and stood back. Then Nal stepped forward, swinging a large bloodied sack before her. Nal opened the sack and emptied it on the shore. Seven pair of hands tumbled to the ground. Nal then mounted her ship and sailed away.'' |
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| | *'''Dag:''' ''We all remember when Eivor gave Orders to attack [[Kjotve]]'s clan in [[Avaldsnes]]. I knew even then, our chance at victory was slim. It was a fools errand. But Eivor demanded we strike, and I am not one to disobey my superior. Such is the mark of an honorable man. You all know what followed. We set upon Kjotve's men, and were overwhelmed. You lot were captured and fit to be butchered. And Eivor here, carried off to be sold into slavery, a fate worse than a fine death. But there is one fact you do not know! In the initial fight, I came upon Kjotve, cowering in an empty house. He did not see me, and I came within two arms length of him. I could have slain him! A fast stroke of my axe, ending our troubles. But I held back! Why? Because I remembered my oath to Eivor! Yes, years ago, Eivor had staked a claim on Kjotve's life. So Ileft the bacraut alone. Yes.'' |
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Ship stories narrated by Bragi and Dag, Vikings who followed Eivor.
- Bragi: Onarr the Ugly was an excellent sailor, who could pilot a long-ship entirely on his own, and this is why King Sigvaldi kept him around. In all other matters, Onarr was a cruel, anxious, and humourless man. He was one of the most unlikable people I have ever known. One year, I recall we had invited some Karls from the Yngling clan to dine with us. As we were serving ale, we came to find that we had none left. It so happened that the ale had run out just before reaching Onarr's horn. This raised in him a word-storm and he accussed Sigvaldi of treachery. Every man in the longhouse jeered at Onarr for raising such a fuss. This made Onarr angrier than before, and he stormed out. A short time later we heard him yelling through door of the hall, "I set this scorn pole upon the men of Yngling for their dishonor!" We looked outside and saw that Onarrhad severed one of the heads of the Yngling's horses and stuck it upon a hazel branch. When he saw us gathering at the door, the Yngling Karls among us, Onarr panicked and ran. He was not seen for many months.
- Bragi: Some years ago I took to sea with a sword-dancer called Egil. A brooding warrior with a face of stone and oak-hard arms. One a raid in Courland, we shored up along the edge of a forest and explored until we came to peopled parts. A large farm. It was night and all were asleep so we set about plundering the place in the quiet of eve, taking sheep and goats as we pleased. It was then that Egil saw a farm-hand and pressed the boy for the family's hidden silver. The farm-hand squawked like a crow. Being hid beneath an anvil at the smith's forge, the silver was no trouble to lift. In secret, we took it and the boy back to the ship. It was then that Egil grew sad, for when the farmers woke with the crack of day, they would know they had been robbed, but not by whom. So Egil ordered three of us to follow him, back the sleep-hushed hamlet. As we burned the houses, Egil shouted his name... "I am Egil, son of Skallagrim! An I am the man who deprives you of everything but your life! I never sailed with Egil again.
- Dag: Have you heard me tell the tale of the six Christian missionaries I lured away from their faith, into the worship of almighty Thor?
- Bragi: You showed them how to turn their crosses into hammers, simply by flipping them over. And they fainted with joy. That tale?
- Dag: Ah, yes. Yes indeed.
- Bragi: There was a woman called Nal who came by ship to Fornberg unheralded, demanding to meet King Sigvaldi, Styrbjorn's father. Nal was from Gautland. She was tall and rugged and strong, and everyone who walked near her said she smelled of men's blood. When her message was sent to our King, Nal was made to wait a full day. Yet she did not complain. She watched the waves and sang songs. Night came and went and still Nal sat by the shore of the fjord, singing her songs. She skipped rocks with children and smiled. As the afternoon of the second day approached, King Sigvaldi's messenger reappeared. They spoke quietly together. At last the messenger stood back and waved to some men nearby. Three men bearing three chests of silver approached quickly. They set the chests of silver in Nal's ship and stood back. Then Nal stepped forward, swinging a large bloodied sack before her. Nal opened the sack and emptied it on the shore. Seven pair of hands tumbled to the ground. Nal then mounted her ship and sailed away.
- Dag: We all remember when Eivor gave Orders to attack Kjotve's clan in Avaldsnes. I knew even then, our chance at victory was slim. It was a fools errand. But Eivor demanded we strike, and I am not one to disobey my superior. Such is the mark of an honorable man. You all know what followed. We set upon Kjotve's men, and were overwhelmed. You lot were captured and fit to be butchered. And Eivor here, carried off to be sold into slavery, a fate worse than a fine death. But there is one fact you do not know! In the initial fight, I came upon Kjotve, cowering in an empty house. He did not see me, and I came within two arms length of him. I could have slain him! A fast stroke of my axe, ending our troubles. But I held back! Why? Because I remembered my oath to Eivor! Yes, years ago, Eivor had staked a claim on Kjotve's life. So Ileft the bacraut alone. Yes.
- Eivor: A pity, Dag, there is no one living who can verify this incredible tale.
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