East Mercia and Lunden, 1016-1017 AD
East Mercia and Lunden, 1016-1017 ADEdmund Ironside twisted the gold band off his finger.
“I believe this is yours, Ealdorman. I like a man who keeps his word.”
The imposing aetheling handed over the ring.
“It belonged to King Sweyn, Lord, and although he was a mighty warrior, he did not wear it on his little finger.”
Folcwin smiled at the thought that Edmund’s fingers were in keeping with the rest of his splendid physique. Before him stood a tall, broad-chested man with a narrow waist and the sturdiest legs he had ever seen. The presence of this warrior was even more intimidatory than that of Thorkell the Tall. He appraised the muscular arms and considered how an axe or sword blow wielded by them might cleave a man in two. His decision to follow t
