Smoke drifted lazily from every home in the mountain province, keeping out the constant, biting cold of the Norwegian winter. It was late afternoon, b..
Bjorn woke to a familiar sound. It was a bright, clear ringing that echoed around the valley. The smithy was up early today, hammering away at the ir..
It was on a cloudy day when the call came. Bjorn was working in the small field behind his home, humming a lively tune to himself, spreading wheat se..