The Viking (Chapter II, page 2 of 10)


Previous Page
Next Page

Stefan smiled. "I meant it too."

Donar scooted back until he could comfortably lean against the large cloth sacks stowed in the bow. "For these many years ye have had questions and I have had no time to answer them. Now there be the time…ask, my son."

Stefan had to think about it for a moment. There were thousands of questions, or at least seemed to be, but he could only think of one just now. "I want to know…"

"Go on, I will answer any question ye ask."

"Ye will think me still a wee laddie."

"If ye are, the fault be mine for not having helped ye become a lad."

Stefan quickly glanced at the exhausted men laying between the benches and taking up every inch of available space on the deck. Only four of them were still sitting upright with their eyes held out watching for other ships and the dreaded sea monsters.

"'Tis that my aunt will not speak o' her and I dinna even know my mother's name."

"Ah, well yer aunt loved her sister very much and 'tis painful to speak o' her. 'Twas painful for me too, but I dinna mean to neglect telling ye about yer mother. Her name was Sheena and she asked me to give ye this." He tossed one side of his cloak over his shoulder, found the thin strap around his neck and pulled a pouch out from inside his tunic. All the men wore small pouches to carry a scrap of clean cloth, coins, flint, tinder and a small piece of "c" shaped metal with which to strike the flint. But Donar's pouch was larger and from it, he withdrew a gold medallion.

Previous Page
Next Page


Rate This Book

Current Rating: 3.2/5 (167 votes cast)



Review This Book or Post a Comment