King Jordan Korg, lord of the North men, descended from the line of Odin, a follower of Christ-God. He is ill, brought low by battle and the Frankian air. The soldiers of Paris arrive in his camp, bearing untold riches of gold and silver. Everyone meets them. But not King Jordan Korg, who is half-dead inside his tent. Sweating, coughing, and bleeding: The King looked better. His brother, Rulf, brings him news: "They brought the payment." King Jordan Korg hears him: "It makes no difference to me." He is dying; his great ambitions are fading. "At least I know I will see Michael again," says King Jordan Korg.
Sea Rovers began with Jordan Korg at the height of his powers: King of all he could see, he dreamed of further expansion, colonization, alliance, conquest. Here is a man who loves his f
