Morten, son
of Leif, stared at the ceremony in disbelief
“What in the
name of Odin is going on?” yelled the Viking chief.
“Oh, great
one!” cried Erik and fell to his knees.
Hoping that
his action would Morten appease
“Speak, son
of Fester, or I’ll have your head.”
“Oh, great
chieftain,” replied Erik. “I’m about to be wed.”
“Then why
are you dressed as the bride?”
“I’m
marrying Borium, the beauty by my side.”
Morten lost
his temper and kicked him in the face. “You call yourself a Viking? You’re an
utter disgrace!”
“Oh, great
warrior!” cried Erik in pain. “It wasn’t my intention to provoke your disdain.”
Morten
kicked him once again. “Disdain? An act like this could have you slain. Have
you gone utterly insane? Have you no pride? Have you no shame?”
“I’d say
that love was to blame.”
“Love? Great
Odin above! Tonight I will have to decide your plight. Now take your monk and
get out of my sight!”
Morten
summoned Erik early the next morn
Since the
chief’s berating
He’d been
treated with scorn
“I’ve come
to a decision, Erik, and I think it’s the best,” said Morten. “You will take a
ship and then you will head west.”
“Chief, am I
being banished?”
“I think
that it would be best for all if you vanished. There’s a rumour that there is a
great land to west, and if that is so, it could be another Viking conquest. If
not, and you sail over the edge, your warrior bravery will be put to the test.”
“Oh, Morten, son of Leif, leaving Borium would
bring me such grief.”
“I shall allow
him to stay for a while, until I can return him to the Angel isle.”
So, Erik,
son of Fester, sailed to the west
And his
search for the great land was a huge success
He annexed a
piece for his principal plan
A place
where man could be with man
And walk
hand in hand across the land
Eventually
one day his dream came true
When he fell
in love with a boy named Sioux
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