Kiev
The court of the Grand Prince Yaroslav bustled with dignitaries from eastern and southern lands. On his arrival at the walled city of Kiev, Harald stabled his horse and, together with Eisif, approached the imposing central citadel with his head held high, expectations soaring. His fighting prowess seemed to have preceded him as many visiting ambassadors and courtiers, lowered their heads as he ducked his head to enter the huge hall. A few bowed, some even smiled. Harald did his best to avert his eyes, but he grew tense, hunched his shoulders, the heat rising to his jawline. “They know of you, Harald. Already news of your assault on the enemy camp has made you something of a legend.”
“I did no more than follow your orders.”
“Aye, but in the manner of their execution, you were unsurp
