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BjornWe land in the field where Reidar’s herd of cattle are grazing. A few of the calves are startled, most of the cows continue to chew their cud and look at us as if we are nothing more than a nuisance. One moos at us as we shift back and she returns to her grazing.A boy runs out with pants for us, and we quickly pull them on. He runs back to the village ahead of us and we follow. The people of Hofsa are just starting to move around the village as we make our way towards the main longhouse where Reidar and his family live.The door opens and Reidar steps out as he pulls his shirt on. I prefer not to think about what he was doing with Dagmara. The mere thought of the manipulative bitch spreading her legs has me shuddering with disgust.&ldqu

BjornWe spent a sennight at sea making our way to Angle-land. A storm in the Northern Sea has us taking shelter among the islands for several nights. By the time we make it to the main island, my warriors are irritated and need to release their pent-up energy.We raid along the coast above the wall for nearly a fortnight. Our thunder has a peace accord with the clans on either side of the northern wall. I still respect the wildcats on the north side of the wall. The wolves on the other side… if they had protected my father as they swore to do, my father would still be alive today.That is not something for me to think about right now. I have much more important things to put my energy towards. My full energy needs to be focused on the only reason that we are here. We need to find the woman t

IslaSummer solstice has now passed, and the days will start to grow shorter. When the weather turns colder, I know that my men will return. As mad as I am with them, I still miss them. And their damned dragons.Dagmara has been here for just over a fortnight and has pointed out everything that I do wrong. There is not a day that goes by that she is not finding a fault in me. Honestly, it’s becoming amusing.Bjorn doesn’t like eggs for breakfast.I should make bread fresh for every meal.The garden takes up too much of my time.Her stepson has the farm running the way he likes it.I need to

MagnusAfter the morning meal, the attendant, Thessalonica, I think, takes us out to the paddock where the sheep are. We work on the fence until the sun is high in the sky. The attendant returns with skeins of water twice before we are finished making the repairs.Carrying our shirts and the tools that Agnetha and her attendant provided, we head back towards the small cottage. Before leaving the water with us the last time, Thessalonica told us that a midday meal would be ready when we were done. We are all hungry and hoping that it is hearty.“When I said that I needed to come with you,” Sven says, “I was hoping for answers. Not to provide free labor.”“Not exactly how we intended for this to go either.”I scoff at Bjorn’s tone. Nothing about this trip has gone according to our plan or expectations. We intended to come, find the old priestess, get answers, and return to our warriors for some raiding and trading.Yet here we are. Mending fencing and paddocks for an old woman and her y

MagnusOur camp stretches along a low bluff overlooking the sea with our dragon longships resting in a sheltered inlet with white cliffs to the North. Our ships have been pulled high above the tide line; the high tide stretches in to touch them but cannot. The tall square sails, striped with a faded red and cream with the thunder’s black mark on them, are furled tightly against sturdy masts.Instead of the towering mountains and fjords of home, the landscape is distinctly southern. I can’t complain about the sheep roaming the green hills. My dragon has feasted on them for the last few days. I would willingly give them up if we could head home.Wild grasses and purple heather grow along the dunes between our camp and the beach. Looking at them, I wonder if we should take some back for Isla. Would she like them? Can she do anything with them? Do they have any type of healing properties?Strong oak and ash grow on the backside of the camp providing shelter and protection. I’ve already g