Tony Bradman

“Viglaf thinks there’s land ahead,” said Thorkel. “But we don’t know how far because of the mist and we have to take it slowly, in case of rocks.” “Is it the Land of Ice and Fire?” said Gunnar. “It had better be, or we’re badly lost,” growled Viglaf. He turned and yelled, looking upwards and cupping his hands round his mouth. “Can you see anything yet, Einar?” Viglaf had a loud voice, but the mist seemed to deaden it. “Just mist and more mist,” replied Einar Squint-Eye, Viglaf’s best look-out man. He was clinging to the top of the mast. “Wait, I think it’s clearing…” Gunnar felt the breeze stirring. The mist ahead started to swirl and they all leaned forward, straining their eyes to see something, anything. “Steady as she goes, lads,” growled Viglaf. “Somebody tell Erlend to put us on a straight course.” More voices relayed Viglaf’s order to Erlend in the stern, and Gunnar felt the Sea Eagle twitch as Erlend moved the steerboard. Suddenly the breeze strengthened and tore gaps in the mist. Gunnar glimpsed massive, dark shapes looming in the distance. It was a chain of mountains, their peaks covered in snow, huge glaciers gripping their flanks. Below”
― Tony Bradman, Viking Boy