“What weapons?” I reached for a bag, but both Finnvid and Isleif pulled them back out of my reach. “Something other than the knives we agreed you could buy here, even though you’re not going to be able to take them back to the U.S.?”
“You agreed—we did not. We told you that no Viking would be caught dead without a sword and ax! It is like being naked.” Isleif plumped down in a chair with a disgruntled look.
“Worse,” Finnvid said. “If you are n***d with a sword and ax, you can still kill. I have done so many times.”
“In many ways, I prefer to fight n***d, like the berserkers. The blood does not stain your armor that way,” Isleif said and nodded.
“Aye, that is true. I can’t tell you the number of times I’d return home after a successful pillage, and my wife would complain about having to
