The Spirit Tamer
Chapter 2
The Warrior Shaman
Naddoður was walking alone down a narrow path, aided by his trusted staff, when he heard hoof - beats off in the distance. Being a Shaman his mind tended to be more delicately tuned than others to his surroundings, and he listened carefully as the horses approached.
" Two horses,.... heavily laden down with warriors in full battle armor " he surmised to himself in a whisper.
" They are riding hard,... therefore they are either seeking something, or someone, and are in a hurry to do so ! " he added to his thought.
As the hoof - beats slowed he answered his own question.
" Seeking ! "
The two riders came up to him at a quick trot and then slowly reined in their horses directly in front of him.
" You there ! What is your name, and where do you hail from ?! " the bolder of the two demanded to know.
Naddoður looked up at the warrior without fear.
" And by who's authority do you question who I am, and where I call home ? " he asked in return.
The quieter warrior pointed his finger at him, and grinned.
" Out here we are the law ! " he rudely explained to the stranger.
Naddoður smiled, planted his staff firmly into the soft ground and began to walk away without saying another word. He had only taken a few steps when he heard both warriors dismount , and come after him. The Shaman grinned when he heard their swords being pulled from their scabbards.
" I don't think you heard me,......" the second warrior started to say.
Naddoður abruptly stopped, went down on one knee, spun around, and with the head of his staff aimed at both men's knees. The head of his walking stick, which was twice as heavy as the rest of the staff combined, made a cracking sound as it hit the warrior's knees. Like a hammer hitting an anvil, he struck the warriors hard one right after the other. As the men dropped their swords, and fell moaning to the ground in agony, the Shaman stood over them like a tree over tiny ground squirrels .
" Now we shall begin again ! " Naddoður scolded the two injured men.
" What are your names, and where do you hail from ? ! " the Shaman demanded to know.
The bolder man looked up at the stranger, and through gritted teeth answered the older man who had so easily taken them down.
" I am Fastmundr, and that is Karkr. We were sent by the Chieftain Valtar to find a Shaman who was due to arrive here two weeks ago. " he explained.
Naddoður relaxed his position.
" I am the Warrior Shaman Naddoður, who Valtar has been waiting for. If you will lead the way I will follow you to Sygnafylke to meet with your chieftain. " he told the moaning warriors.
Fastmundr rubbed his knee, and tried to stand, but fell flat on his ass from the intense pain. As he rubbed his knee several more times he looked up at the Shaman.
" You may have to give us a few moments to recover. " he told Naddoður with a painful grimace.
Naddoður would have preferred to walk, but because Valtar wanted to see him at once the warriors insisted that he ride with one of them back to Sygnafylke. The journey was long and hard, and by the time they reached Valtar's great hall, Naddoður's ass and inner thighs hurt almost as much as the warrior's knees !
Valtar sat upon his high - seat listening to another complaint from a landowner about how their well had been defiled by some sort of monster. For months now farmers from throughout Sygnafylke had been coming to his court to ask why he had not done anything as of yet to protect their property from this vile creature. Valtar was explaining, to an especially angry farmer, that he had sent his warriors out across the countryside to find and kill this monster, when the doors of the hall opened and the chieftain saw three men walk in.
The Chieftain of Sygnafylke quickly corrected himself. The three men, two of which were his warriors, were limping towards him more than they were walking. As they approached his high - seat Valtar thought it rather odd that the stranger seemed to be leading the warriors into the hall instead of the other way round.
" Fastmundr ! Who is this man, and why have you barged into my court ! " he demanded to know.
As they stopped in front of Valtar, Fastmundr gave Karkr a look of shame before answering.
" We have found the Shaman, and brought him to your court as you commanded, my Lord ! " Fastmundr replied.
Valtar closely looked over all three men before asking :
" And what happened to put you in such poor condition ? "
Karkr rolled his eyes as Fastmundr answered.
" We did not realize that this man was a Warrior Shaman, my Lord,..... there was a ,.... small misunderstanding . " he explained.
Valtar's eyes opened wide with anger.
" You beat the Shaman I sent for !! " the chieftain yelled at his subordinate.
Karkr rolled his eyes again, but this time he replied :
" Not exactly, my Lord. " he told Valtar reluctantly.
Naddoður who wished for nothing more than to soak his chaffed thighs in some cool water finished the thought.
" I had no choice but to injure them. They drew their swords in a threatening manner, and I defended myself as best I could. " he told the chieftain.
Valtar's eyes narrowed.
" Really ?! " he replied as he gave his warriors a cold stare.
Naddoður was exhausted from his arduous ride through Sygnafylke, and did not really care about who bested who. He therefore interrupted the chieftain with a question of his own.
" I was summoned here on an urgent matter. What may I ask is the reason for my being here in Sygnafylke ? " he asked.
Valtar stared at his warriors for a moment longer before answering the Shaman's question.
" We have a creature that is roaming the countryside defiling our wells with urine. Have you ever heard of such a vile monster ? " the chieftain asked.
The Shaman nodded.
" It sounds as if you are being plagued by a Brunnmigi ! " he replied.
- End Chapter 2
- Next : Chapter 3 : The Brunnmigi
- Glenn Bergen, ( Ravensheart ), © Copyright, 2017.
" Two horses,.... heavily laden down with warriors in full battle armor " he surmised to himself in a whisper.
" They are riding hard,... therefore they are either seeking something, or someone, and are in a hurry to do so ! " he added to his thought.
As the hoof - beats slowed he answered his own question.
" Seeking ! "
The two riders came up to him at a quick trot and then slowly reined in their horses directly in front of him.
" You there ! What is your name, and where do you hail from ?! " the bolder of the two demanded to know.
Naddoður looked up at the warrior without fear.
" And by who's authority do you question who I am, and where I call home ? " he asked in return.
The quieter warrior pointed his finger at him, and grinned.
" Out here we are the law ! " he rudely explained to the stranger.
Naddoður smiled, planted his staff firmly into the soft ground and began to walk away without saying another word. He had only taken a few steps when he heard both warriors dismount , and come after him. The Shaman grinned when he heard their swords being pulled from their scabbards.
" I don't think you heard me,......" the second warrior started to say.
Naddoður abruptly stopped, went down on one knee, spun around, and with the head of his staff aimed at both men's knees. The head of his walking stick, which was twice as heavy as the rest of the staff combined, made a cracking sound as it hit the warrior's knees. Like a hammer hitting an anvil, he struck the warriors hard one right after the other. As the men dropped their swords, and fell moaning to the ground in agony, the Shaman stood over them like a tree over tiny ground squirrels .
" Now we shall begin again ! " Naddoður scolded the two injured men.
" What are your names, and where do you hail from ? ! " the Shaman demanded to know.
The bolder man looked up at the stranger, and through gritted teeth answered the older man who had so easily taken them down.
" I am Fastmundr, and that is Karkr. We were sent by the Chieftain Valtar to find a Shaman who was due to arrive here two weeks ago. " he explained.
Naddoður relaxed his position.
" I am the Warrior Shaman Naddoður, who Valtar has been waiting for. If you will lead the way I will follow you to Sygnafylke to meet with your chieftain. " he told the moaning warriors.
Fastmundr rubbed his knee, and tried to stand, but fell flat on his ass from the intense pain. As he rubbed his knee several more times he looked up at the Shaman.
" You may have to give us a few moments to recover. " he told Naddoður with a painful grimace.
Naddoður would have preferred to walk, but because Valtar wanted to see him at once the warriors insisted that he ride with one of them back to Sygnafylke. The journey was long and hard, and by the time they reached Valtar's great hall, Naddoður's ass and inner thighs hurt almost as much as the warrior's knees !
Valtar sat upon his high - seat listening to another complaint from a landowner about how their well had been defiled by some sort of monster. For months now farmers from throughout Sygnafylke had been coming to his court to ask why he had not done anything as of yet to protect their property from this vile creature. Valtar was explaining, to an especially angry farmer, that he had sent his warriors out across the countryside to find and kill this monster, when the doors of the hall opened and the chieftain saw three men walk in.
The Chieftain of Sygnafylke quickly corrected himself. The three men, two of which were his warriors, were limping towards him more than they were walking. As they approached his high - seat Valtar thought it rather odd that the stranger seemed to be leading the warriors into the hall instead of the other way round.
" Fastmundr ! Who is this man, and why have you barged into my court ! " he demanded to know.
As they stopped in front of Valtar, Fastmundr gave Karkr a look of shame before answering.
" We have found the Shaman, and brought him to your court as you commanded, my Lord ! " Fastmundr replied.
Valtar closely looked over all three men before asking :
" And what happened to put you in such poor condition ? "
Karkr rolled his eyes as Fastmundr answered.
" We did not realize that this man was a Warrior Shaman, my Lord,..... there was a ,.... small misunderstanding . " he explained.
Valtar's eyes opened wide with anger.
" You beat the Shaman I sent for !! " the chieftain yelled at his subordinate.
Karkr rolled his eyes again, but this time he replied :
" Not exactly, my Lord. " he told Valtar reluctantly.
Naddoður who wished for nothing more than to soak his chaffed thighs in some cool water finished the thought.
" I had no choice but to injure them. They drew their swords in a threatening manner, and I defended myself as best I could. " he told the chieftain.
Valtar's eyes narrowed.
" Really ?! " he replied as he gave his warriors a cold stare.
Naddoður was exhausted from his arduous ride through Sygnafylke, and did not really care about who bested who. He therefore interrupted the chieftain with a question of his own.
" I was summoned here on an urgent matter. What may I ask is the reason for my being here in Sygnafylke ? " he asked.
Valtar stared at his warriors for a moment longer before answering the Shaman's question.
" We have a creature that is roaming the countryside defiling our wells with urine. Have you ever heard of such a vile monster ? " the chieftain asked.
The Shaman nodded.
" It sounds as if you are being plagued by a Brunnmigi ! " he replied.
- End Chapter 2
- Next : Chapter 3 : The Brunnmigi
- Glenn Bergen, ( Ravensheart ), © Copyright, 2017.
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