Holmgang #7
The last Hordaland man was not amused by the Hovgod’s boastings. He drew his sword and pointed it at the Hovgod. You are an impostor and a fraud. This has been nothing but a disaster from the moment we sat foot on this beach and I believe you are responsible. What say you? The Hovgod smirked. So you don’t believe I am who I say I am? I can’t exactly recall who I said I was. Maybe I didn’t tell you and therefore you are in error saying that I am an impostor. I am exactly who I am and I have not hidden that fact. Now my dear Hordaland, you have drawn your sword and in my book that is a challenge.
The elderly Hovgod righted himself and drew a nice blade that he had hidden under his cloak. It was a blade none of those present had ever seen before. Oh... yes, this is a famous blade. But that is a story for later. The Hovgod put an impressive show twirling the sword in his hands. The Hordaland man and those gathered was amazed at the skill, handling that blade. Before the Hordaland man could react, the Hovgod had inflicted two serious wounds on the man from Hordaland. The Hovgod pulled back and amusement could be found in his clear sparkling dark eyes. Didn’t see that coming did you?
The man from Hordaland got up and threw a Varangian feint that was supposed to hamstring, but it failed and instead cut the Hovgod in the back of his thigh. The Hovgod yelled out in surprise, but his dark eyes narrowed and fury could be seen in them. It didn’t take long. The Hovgod was no longer playing cat’n mouse. He just slashed the Hordaland man in the throat with such speed that the Hordaland man wasn’t able to react. He fell to the ground bleeding his life from an ugly cut in his throat.
Gyda was out and about looking for someone when she was attacked by a half naked man. She groaned; Not again...
She started running but was soon trapped by another half naked man who blocked her path. This man had a Frankish blade and was waiting for her, mouth foaming and with wild eyes.
She didn’t know what to do and just fell over playing dead. The man following her got confused when he saw her drop to the ground like that. The man waiting for her was not, but attacked.
He started running, sword lifted behind his shoulder. Gyda had a half opened eye and was about to roll when the crazy man with the Frankish sword lashed out. She didn’t feel any pain but jumped when a head landed beside her. The one half naked man had killed the other with a single stroke of his expensive blade.
Fridtjof Kongsbane Thorsteinsson sneaked around the camp alone. He knew his life was in danger. He should never have agreed to come here in the first place. He...
Fridtjof stopped cold. He felt he was being watched, and slowly unsheathed his famous Frankish blade. "Show y-yourself!" he shouted. He wanted to sound unafraid, but his voice betrayed his fear. Sensing movement, he turned towards it, sword pointing towards it . Out of the shadows, a woman came. She was holding out a glimmering sword in her two hands. Fridjof had never seen such a marvellous reddish blade and abandoned his sword and instinctively walked towards the woman. He took the sword from her hands and marvelled at it. He knew right away it was no ordinary blade.
This sword... What is it's name?
Lævateinn.
This?! This is Læ-
Yes. Lævateinn; answered an inhuman voice.
Fridtjof's blood froze. He turned around to see a dark creature standing where the woman was moments ago. She had moved over to where he had let go of his sword.
The legendary sword; the creature said as he picked up Fridjof’s abandoned Frankish blade. Fridjof noticed the yellow eyes shining in the darkness but he didn’t run away. He stood his ground, facing the creature.
The creature let out a loud cackle, then smiled. In his hands was a long blade shimmering with a reddish hue. Fridtjof looked at his hands and despaired. He was no longer holding Lævateinn but a long twig.
Fridtjof wanted to run, but the creature rushed him, sword pointing right at him. Fridtjof was paralyzed. He was run through and pinned against a tree. The pain was draining his will to live, but the creature grabbed him by the jaw and stared him in the eyes. Fridtjof felt something weird and started coughing and sea water spurted out of his mouth. He could not draw another breath. He was drowning. Darkness soon enveloped him.
He was found in the morning, his blade lying on the ground beside him, dropped from a limp hand. He was skewered on a branch of a tree with water flowing from his open mouth.
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