The Serpent (Spirits of the Norse Book 1) by Kate Robbins

Author:Kate Robbins [Robbins, Kate]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780994089052
Publisher: Kate Robbins
Published: 2021-09-14T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

The great hall was nothing like the hall from her village. Large woven images adorned the stone walls depicting various scenes though the colours were not overly bright, they were fascinating stories told through the weaver’s talent. Some were images of fields and flowers, whilst others appeared to tell the story of these people in battle. Upon closer inspection, she noted the conquered warriors of one tapestry wore furs and wielded axes. The Scots were the clear victors in this scene. Vikings lay scattered about the beach in pools of pink or red oozing from their bodies and in the distance the unmistakable sail of her grandfather’s longship.

“’Tis a story told through fabric,” Giric said from behind her.

“It is meant to send a message to your people. And not one of peace. This tapestry of yours does not depict us sharing a horn or shaking hands. This is about conquering us.”

Her body recoiled from the sight of it. If that was the mentality promoted here, she would never have a chance to fit in.

“Saga, look at all the tapestries in order,” he said and pointed at the others adjacent to this one.

She didn’t want to look any further but did so now out of morbid curiosity. There were additional tapestries woven in the same artistic style as the one before her. The second depicted priests holding crosses over the dead Vikings. The third were Scots with their heads bowed surrounding burial fires. And the final one made her breath catch in her throat. this one was prominently visible above the hearth. In it, a Scot who could have been Giric, grasped arms with a Viking who could have been Gunnar. All those surrounding them cheered.

“These were woven in my father’s time,” Giric said.

“I do not know what to say.”

“You do not need to say anything, but I urge you to enjoy this hall. You may examine any and every thing here. This is my gift to you.”

“You wish to give me everything in this hall?’

“Because you are the lady of this castle.”

“You have strange ways, husband,” she said and shook her head. She did not have a need for so many things, and would not accept them but wanted to explore more of this hall of his.

Saga had never seen such a sight in her life. In between the images was an array of weapons including swords, shields, axes she definitely wanted to view closer, and something with a long handle and chain protruding out of the top fastened to a metal ball with spikes surrounding it.

In the centre of the hall was a long, wooden table, surrounded by heavy looking intricately carved chairs. She was certain it could seat nearly as many as Gunnar’s hall could contain. Giric motioned for her and her sister and Freydis to be seated to the right of the head seat. Osgar and Aislin sat at the left and Giric sat at the head.

Giric had asked his steward to summon everyone in the

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