“Your woman’s left,” said a sleepy man. “She’s not my- where’s she gone?” “Outside with Kjartan. Into the village.” “What!” He shoved his horn of ale at his informant and strode towards the door. * ...
Almost one year after ‘Ragnar the Murderer’, the Danes still live uneasily in Britain, alongside the English. One shall come, From auld Britaine. Unite with her, To feel the gain. The ancient order will overturn, Britaine...
Most men left their pregnant wives to get on with it, but he wanted to help, to show his former violent ways were now in the past. As he left their house, he paused to look around the village he had so nearly forsaken. The buildings were situated around the central area us...