Welcome back to a less medicated edition of Weekend Writing Warriors in KateWarrenLand. I'm almost over that nasty cold, but still really tired. It will not prevent me from visiting all the other blogs participating this weekend! Click the image below for details on my favorite blog hop!
We left off with Lukkas moving to protect Maja as riders can be heard approaching the village. Everyone, local and Hilvardi alike is wonder what's coming next. Here's this week's 8-10 sentences.
There was more shouting as the horses drew near. Suddenly the rhythm of hooves on dirt halted and a resonant voice yelled “ASGRID!”
Nearly weak with relief, the lady stumbled forward until she gained enough steadiness to break into a run. Asgrid pushed her way through the small but determined band of warriors barring the entrance to the village, tears streaming down her face.
The man who had shouted her name dismounted from his horse and caught her as she flung herself into his arms. “There now. All shall be well.”
Maja and Birgit broke through as the foreigners stared in confusion while the village men went back to their work, apparently no longer worried. Birgit was the first to speak. “Uncle?”
More available below to add to the scene, and so you can get a feel for our new character.
I'm going to rework the first few chapters to remove a character who drops off the page quickly anyway, and include the rest of Asgrid's children. Working on character art for them as well. The eight year old has a beard, if the AI can be trusted. ;)
Thank you so much for stopping by. I look forward to reading all of your excerpts.
Kate
the more below...
Lady Asgrid pulled back from the newcomer’s embrace, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. “This is my brother, Harald Frodarsson.”
“Of course, I am!” the huge man bellowed through his red beard. “Did you think I was Morgyt come back again? Ha! I’m not half as ugly as that fellow.”
Before anyone had a chance to say anything else Maja launched herself at Harald, crying “Uncle!”
Harald shot a quick look at his sister before replying, “Ah, how is my favorite niece?” and giving her an extra squeeze.
“Happy to see you!” Maja said with a smile. She had always liked Asgrid’s brother. He was a merry sort of man, and once a person got to know him, his height and bulk became far less intimidating. It had been many years since Maja had felt any trepidation in his presence.
The young man stepped forward and introduced himself. “Lukkas Andriksson of Hilvard. It’s an honor to meet such a famed warrior. Surely all of Scandinavia has heard of Harald Frodarsson.”
Harald eyed him briefly. “A smooth tongue that one has,” he said in a loud whisper. “Hilvard, ye say?”
“Aye. Please allow me to present my brother, Jorgen.” Lukkas stepped back and sideways, to reveal his elder brother.
“Jorgen Andriksson.” Harald said. “Of Hilvard?”
Jorgen nodded. “Well met, Jarl Harald.”
Harald threw his head back and laughed. “I should say so! Well met indeed, King Jorgen. Your reputation is well known to me.”
The ladies’ eyes all swung to the Hilvardi brothers, waiting to see if any contradiction was forthcoming. When neither man refuted the statement, it was Asgrid who spoke. “King? Why did you not tell us?”
“Jorgen likes to pretend he’s not a king,” Lukkas said with a grin. An elbow to the ribs from his brother changed his expression.
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