The Iron Star — And What It Saw on Its Journey Through the Ages: From Myth to HistoryTrue, John Preston
History
The Iron Star — And What It Saw on Its Journey Through the Ages: From Myth to History
True, John Preston
Iron -- History -- Juvenile fiction
"Had I known thy name before, the choice would not have been left to
thee. It is peace for this time; but Thorfin the Viking will do well
to sail south instead of north, for when we meet next Thorfin's ship
quickly will need another captain,"--which was a very long and
unamiable speech for Ulf the Silent to make. And he allowed his ship
to drift until the sail of the other had dropped below the horizon,
still speeding southward like a scared white rabbit, that is happy in
a close shave from the snap of a wolf. Then Ulf swung his yard to the
wind again, saying only,
"Truly, Edith, one sea-thief owes thee thanks to-night," and went his
way.
Knut the Great sat on his throne-seat in his raftered hall. Here and
there little groups of his chief men chatted and exchanged news, but
Knut heard them not. The dark carving of his seat showed richly
through the furs that draped it, and white gleams of walrus ivory
lighted the darkness, but Knut saw them not. An official was giving an
account of what had occurred of late in the village under his command,
but for once Knut listened with only half an ear as he sat there with
his chin in his hand, for from the shore below there came the soft
wash of the ever restless sea which the King so dearly loved. The
swash brought swiftly to mind the days of his youth when his life was
all before him, and his kingdom was the length of his deck. Those were
happy days, indeed, when the right ruling of a great land was not
among his duties! For power has its own troubles, and the King would
not be remembered so long had his reign not been a good as well as a
great one.
The hum of voices came up from the shore, and all the well-known
sounds of the harbour-life, the splash of a rope falling in the water,
the thud of an oar flung down, the grating of a keel drawn up on the
shingly beach. And suddenly he was conscious that it had ceased, all
save the more distinctly sounding water. Surprised, he glanced quickly
through the open door, and saw that all the shore-folk had stopped
their work to gaze at a longship flying swiftly onward; a stranger,
evidently, for a man was on the mast watching out for hidden rocks and
pointing out the channel to the steersman. The long row of shields
hung outboard on each side told that it was something more than a
peaceful trader, and Knut watched with interest, motioning for
silence.
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