Fara i Viking - Chapter 15
Chapter XV The Truth Behind the Myth
Mathias, Eiríkur, Tino and Berwald were lead in through the gates of the city. Up close they could see that the construction was all very old, ancient even. The outer walls were stone, carefully shaped and constructed by what must have been master craftsmen. They passed through a pair of large wooden gates, carved with the designs of trees and plants. Inside the walls, the buildings were just as ancient, wooden walls and thatched roofs set atop stone foundations. It was like stepping back in time, to a time that the four men could barely imagine.
As they passed through the streets there were very few people. Those they did see were dressed in the same fashion as the group that greeted them, and all were just as tall and elegant. The men could not help staring a little at the strange people and even stranger scenery. But for there part, most of the people they saw stared right back, just as curious about the otherworlders.
Fara i Viking - Chapter 14
Chapter XIV Uncharted Territory
As predicted, travel though the uncharted star system was extremely boring. At first, Mathias asked every few hours whether the sensors had picked anything up; then only once or twice a day; then once every other day. And now it seemed he had given up entirely.
This was rather disheartening for the rest of the crew. Whatever the man lacked in leadership ability he made up for with sheer personality. Usually, he was able to keep crew moral up through even the hardest of trials by simply staying optimistic. But now it seemed his reserves had run dry, and when Mathias began feeling depressed the feeling was infectious.
When Mathias was not moping about the ship trying to annoy the others into entertaining him he took to sharpening his knife collection, which did not particularly need to be sharpened, and even attempted to read a book loaned to him by Aleksander, but gave up aft
Fara i Viking - Chapter 13
Chapter XIII Hrimthurs
While Berwald recovered Tino spent most of his time in the engineer's quarters looking after him, bringing him food and drinks and tending to his wounds whenever the bandages needed changing. Sometimes Peter would come in and sit with him, but the boy spent most of his time holed up in the room he now technically shared with Tino, though it was beginning to look like the two men might actually move in together.
Berwald lay on his stomach, stretched out so as to give the least irritation to the raw skin on his back. It was unbandaged at the moment while Tino checked on them. The little gunman sat on the edge of the bed, the tip of his tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth as he concentrated on applying ointment as carefully as possible to the healing wounds. When he was satisfied with his work he capped the small medicine jar and set it aside. "Alright, sit up and I'll get you some fresh bandages," he instructed.
The engineer did as he was t