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238 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 25, 2015
Long after the frost ogres fought with the gods, before Rome was sacked, when our ancestors, the northmen, pillaged in their longships and plied the whale's path, a woven basket floated on the salt-rimed sea. The basket, woven wave-rider, rocked with the flood, moon messenger. Foamy white peaks washed the suckling to the shore, sandy beach haven. Salt-encrusted, the maiden slept, skin sun-tattered scarlet. Breathing in land wind, the girl-lady stirred, sensing the end of the flood, womb sheltered. That was an innocent child.
'Hrothgar's kingdom was of several thousand persons, not including the communities he'd conquered overseas or distant since he took the throne a few years earlier. While some Scyldings were court members and others finished and farmed, there was a fluidity about the society. A farmer, if a likely warrier, could easily become beloved at court. Even those at court had to keep their families alive through farming or fishing. Still, Hildilid would normally have married a retainer or his son, as her own father had been a court counselor.’
‘They were lucky lovers. Poets play and scops sing of woeful wedlock, keening couples. Theirs was a contented coupling.’