Buried No More !
When the Jutlanders reached their ships on Britain's coast, Arnulf's special prisoner was placed and kept in the back of the lead ship. During the voyage home Lofarr and Arnulf were the only two allowed past the tiller to guard their prisoner. Some felt it a little odd that the former king of Vestfold was kept hidden under a cloak in the rear of the ship, but most only had thoughts of their home land and their loved ones, and cared little about the situation.
The voyage from East Anglia to Jutland took slightly longer than expected as the winds seemed not to be blowing in their favor. Of course the voyage could have been much worse. The channel between Britain and their homelands was known for it's violent storms and lost seaman, and therefore the warriors thanked Aegir for being merciful and Njord for calming the stormy winds, as they entered a fjord familiar to them.
As they docked their ships one by one a few of the warriors stayed behind to make sure that their vessels were securely tied up to the docks. Later they could be brought up on land to inspect their hulls for damage, but for now everyone's hearts and minds were with their families, who were just a few short miles away.
Lofarr, Arnulf, and their prisoner, were the last to leave the docks. A few of the Viborg warriors offered to help escort the prisoner back to town, but King Arnulf thanked them before politely refusing their help. As horses were brought up for their ride back to Viborg, Lofarr and Arnulf untied the prisoner's hands, and removed the cloak that covered much of his head and obstructed his view.
As they trotted slowly up the main path that led away from the fjord, and through the forest to their final destination, Arnulf could not help but notice that the Norwegian, who had never seen Jutland, looked around him as though he expected to see Valhalla just past every turn.
Near the edge of town Lofarr stopped, and after saying farewell to his comrades, trotted off to his farm down the lane. Arnulf pointed ahead showing the Norwegian the way to town, and both trotted off into the gathering dusk.
Kolla came running up the lane as fast as she could. She threw open the door and shouted inside to her mistress.
" Ma'am ! There are two riders coming up the road, and I am almost certain that one of them is your son ! " she exclaimed excitedly.
Hildigunnr sat up in bed. Despite her best efforts her eyes watered, and she became choked up as she replied :
" My son ! That must be my son and Lofarr come home at last !! "
Hildigunnr's joy turned to fear as Kolla turned and slowly backed into the longhouse.
" What is wrong Kolla ?! " Hildigunnr asked, nervously fearing bad news.
Kolla did not answer. She just pointed outside with a look of shock on her face, and continued to back away from the doorway.
Hildigunnr was about to begin crying when she saw that the first one through the door was her son Arnulf. With happy tears filling her eyes, she cried out in joy and relief.
" Arnulf ! Arnulf you are home ! "
Her joy quickly turned to confusion. The boy she had raised so carefully stood crying in the doorway for a moment without saying a word.
" Arnulf ! What is wrong !! " she asked, terrified of the answer.
Then, unexpectedly, another man walked in. He too was Arnulf !! And it was this second Arnulf who spoke to her.
" No mother ! This is Vargr,.... your other son, .....and he is buried no more !!
- The End
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- Glenn Bergen, ( Ravensheart ), © Copyright, 2017.