Eivor arrived at the stone altar of Cedd's Stone and saw a note on a tree stump.
A Scribbled Plea
Hetleif! Someone has stolen the offerings from Cedd's Stone again. I finally spotted them! Green shadows flitting though the thick of the brush, I tried going after them but their tracks fade fast and I am no hunter. I can barely tell if it is a mossy bear or a starving dirty Saxon. I leave this to you, none that desecrate our god-shrines shall go unpunished.
Eivor walked to the central cairn in the stone circle and put an offering of 200 silver in the bowl. As she does so, she heard the giggling of children from around her.
Eivor stood and turned around. Scanning the landscape, she saw nothing amiss. Using Odin Sight, she inspected some footprints and coins beside a stone from the outer circle.
Eivor:Some coins have been taken from me. Green footprints... Could be a child. What's this? There's something odd going on in these woods.
Eivor discovering green footprints
Eivor followed the footprints to a camp with a small outpost tower just inside the nearby woods, where she saw a young girl and boy. The girl cheerily exclaimed that the pair had been caught.
Norse Child 1:We've been found!
Norse Child 2:Aw! Retreat!
Norse Child 1:Play with us! Come, to the land of St. Martin's! It is shrouded within an eternal twilight!
Eivor:You live here? Where are your parents?
Norse Child 2:Questions, questions! Those can wait. Let's go up first.
Eivor and the children climbed up the outpost tower and sat down on a stump fashioned into a stool.
Norse Child 1:Welcome to St. Martin's Land, weary traveler.
Norse Child 2:I thought we got away, Sis!
Eivor:Your hands and feet are swift, children, but your stealth needs work.
Norse Child 2:Aw! We were close!
Norse Child 1:We will give you what we took, traveler, but first... you must listen to our story! Once, a long, long, time ago, in a faraway land, there was a sister—
Norse Child 2:And a brother!
Norse Child 1:I was getting there! But yes, and a brother. They lived happily in the Land of Saint Martin all by themselves with delicious beans.
Norse Child 2:Lots and lots of beans! And cake!
Norse Child 1:But now, life is harder... There are no more beans, or cake, and we have to take what is not ours.
Norse Child 2:We're not bad children, just hungry.
Norse Child 1:Sorry, large walker.
Eivor:There is no shame in surviving. And there is nothing you should not do for family.
Norse Child 2:You're wise, large walker.
Eivor:Here, take this. It is not delicious beans, but it will fill your bellies. For a time, anyway.
Eivor handed the children some of her rations.
Norse Child 2:Really?
Eivor:This is what "large walkers" should do. Provide for "small walkers."
The two children looked at each other and nodded in agreement. The boy stood up and approached Eivor.
The name of the memory as well as the children themselves are based on the story of the Green children of Woolpit. However, that story takes place in the 12th century rather than the 9th.
