Jennie Hall, Jennie Hall

Viking Tales (eBook, ePUB)

[Illustrated Tales From Norway to West-Over Seas]

• Format: ePub

Produktbeschreibung

Iceland is a little country far north in the cold sea. Men found it and went there to live more than a thousand years ago. During the warm season they used to fish and make fish-oil and hunt sea-birds and gather feathers and tend their sheep and make hay. But the winters were long and dark and cold. Men and women and children stayed in the house and carded and spun and wove and knit. A whole family sat for hours around the fire in the middle of the room. That fire gave the only light. Shadows flitted in the dark corners. Smoke curled along the high beams in the ceiling. The children sat on the dirt floor close by the fire. The grown people were on a long narrow bench that they had pulled up to the light and warmth. Everybody's hands were busy with wool. The work left their minds free to think and their lips to talk. What was there to talk about? PART I IN NORWAY The Baby The Tooth Thrall Olaf's Farm Olaf's Fight With Havard Foes'-fear Harald is King Harald's Battle Gyda's Saucy Message The Sea Fight King Harald's Wedding King Harald Goes West-Over-Seas PART II WEST-OVER-SEAS Homes in Iceland Eric the Red Leif and His New Land Wineland the Good

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Produktdetails

• Verlag: E-Kitap Projesi & Cheapest Books
• Seitenzahl: 250
• Altersempfehlung: ab 13 Jahre
• Erscheinungstermin: 10. Februar 2024
• Englisch
• ISBN-13: 9786059496315
• Artikelnr.: 69850638

Autorenporträt

The Baby King Halfdan lived in Norway long ago. One morning his queen said to him: "I had a strange dream last night. I thought that I stood in the grass before my bower. I pulled a thorn from my dress. As I held it in my fingers, it grew into a tall tree. The trunk was thick and red as blood, but the lower limbs were fair and green, and the highest ones were white. I thought that the branches of this great tree spread so far that they covered all Norway and even more." "A strange dream," said King Halfdan. "Dreams are the messengers of the gods. I wonder what they would tell us," and he stroked his beard in thought. Some time after that a serving-woman came into the feast hall where King Halfdan was. She carried a little white bundle in her arms. "My lord," she said, "a little son is just born to you."