A few days later, Helgha returned from gathering supplies in the forest. As she approached the gates of Jorvik, she noticed a young man walking ahead of her. He wore armour and carried a battle-axe and shield that looked familiar. It reminded her of her father"s
The young man stopped at the gate and looked around. He looked lost. As Helgha came closer, she realised she knew him. He was taller than the last time she had seen him, and he had muscled up a lot, but she still recognised him.
“Hartvigg!”
The young man turned and looked in her direction.
He frowned, then his face cleared in recognition, although he did not smile. “Helgha?”
“Hartvigg, why are you in Jorvik?”
Hartvigg scowled. “I’m here to avenge Father. I’m here to kill that bastard, Erik.”
Helgha blanched. “Hartvigg, you c
