The Uplands, Late Summer, AD 935
The Uplands, Late Summer, AD 935“Not much farther,” Egil called from his mount at the head of the column.
“And thank the gods for that,” Toralv fired back, giving voice to everyone"s thoughts.
“Thank your horse, Toralv. Not the gods,” chided Egil without looking back. “How she managed to carry your fat arse this far, I"ll never know.”
Toralv laughed and patted his steed. “She treats me well, this one. I"ll grant you that.”
It had been a long trip, and the men were tired. They had first sailed back to the beach where they had captured Erik"s vessels and where the bones of Erik"s men still lay. From there, half the army marched north, while Didrik and Ottar took the remainder of Hakon"s men back to Kaupang. All in all, they had been on the move for twelv
