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352 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 2015
Inside the great hall … the carved Jul log was sprinkled with mead and decorated with dry sprigs of pine and cones. As it was lit, musicians plucked the strings of their harps and started the singing. Soon the hall was echoing with laughter … the children filled their shoes with straw, carrots, and sugar lumps and set them out by the fire to feed Odin’s flying eight-legged horse Sleipnir. … In return, Odin wold leave the children small gifts and sweets as a reward.
The night after the battle, Ulf was pacing the room. [He} was almost festive, which contrasted with Canute’s dangerous brooding. Finally, Ulf came to a stop with a snap of his fingers. “I know, Sire. How about a game of chess?”
At first, no one paid particular attention to the game, until Canute said, “Put my knight back. Ulf.”
Ulf pushed his stool violently back from the table.
“I want to make another move,” the King said.
“No. Your move was finished and cannot be unmade.”
“And I say you shall.”
Clenching his fists and then thinking better of it, Ulf shoved the board from the table, scattering the pieces across the room. As he made for the door, Canute jeered after him, “Are you running away, Ulf the coward?”