For May, I’m going to focus on Vikings. Because, well, who doesn’t love Vikings?
This week’s excerpt is from “The Beach,” about a young Viking woman.
Sleet soaks Pría’s dress, but she makes no move to seek shelter. “Ég mun alltaf elska þig,” she whispers to Eyjólfur as his flaming barge drifts into the sea: I will always love you.
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Geirmar, a young warrior in her village, falls into step with her one morning as she walks along the beach, and says, “I’m so sorry for what happened.”
Pría shrugs because warriors are meant to die; it’s not his fault.
“Perhaps, one day, you’ll find room in your heart for another.”
She stares out at the waves, at the spot on the horizon where she last saw her own warrior, on his funeral barge with her heart tucked alongside.
“Perhaps, one day, it will be me.”
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