Biorn jiggled with excitement as his father led him from Helgha’s home to the longhouse where he lived. His ash-blonde hair, so like his mother’s, blew over his eyes in the wind, and he brushed it impatiently away. Hartvigg was too young to realise he was being taken to a new house. All he realised was that he was with his father and going for a walk.
As the three passed through the gate into the compound, Dagmar came rushing out. “You"ve got them! I knew you would.” She stopped and smiled. “Aren"t they beautiful boys? But of course, they"re your children so they would be beautiful.”
Erik handed a squirming Hartvigg to her, and she took the little boy into her arms.
“Oh, how right it feels to have a baby in my arms again.” She smiled and knelt to speak to Biorn.
“You"re Biorn then. Wha
