Bjornlinga Saga

After much time and labor, the complete Bjornlinga is now available, in one volume:

Oft have I called to Vikaldr, the Gray Father, but the Long Night drinks all pleas. Perhaps he listened in silence. In that emptiness, I took my place in the shieldwall.

I stood.

Without hope. Without light.

But I stood.

I have seen my kin on the pyre, seen the oathstones cast aside. Madness. Men swore false oaths with clean hands. Knife-hearted women spoke of love. The hearthfire—a memory.

But I stood.

I remember my kin—those men of war who came before me—iron-blooded fathers who looked past the veil. I hold to their path in the Long Night. The world mocks my oath.

Still I hold.

Where now is the place for the man of honor? For the true shield-brother?

I am Fjolvak Ice-Eyes. The Aions have cursed and gifted me to see, to know. I am the truth-speaker, though the blind curse me. In the Long Night, all things rot. And men flee truth like wolves from fire.

Hear my tale, if you will. I do not speak to please. I speak because I have looked into the void. And I have seen what comes.

And I stand.