Egil, England, Eyvind, Fjord Province, Grim, Halberd, Haologaland, Iceland, King Arnvid, King Harald, Kveldulf, Namdalen, Norway, Olvir, Oslo Fjord, Scandanavia, Shape-changer, Skallagrimsson, Snorri Sturluson, Sweden, Thorolf, Trondheim, Vikings
It was not long before my uncle Thorolf and his cousin Eyvind returned home from their Viking trip. Word had already reached Thorolf about the king sending messengers to his father Kveld-Úlf.
Thorolf had apparently given the matter much thought before arriving home.
He asked his father why he had refused the king. Kveld-Úlf said it did not matter either way. The king was sure to take over Kveld-Úlf’s land.
Thorolf told his father that he had heard of the power and promotions that King Harald had given to those that supported him. Thorolf also said that he thought he could hold his own within King Harald’s ranks.
Evening Wolf agreed with Thorolf and gave him some advice.
“I know you will be one of the best of King Harald’s men. However, do not be too ambitious. Never compete with men stronger than yourself. And if challenged, do not give way either.”
It was done. The decision was made that Thorolf would join King Harald the Shaggy.
When the time for departure came, Kveld-Úlf walked Thorolf to his ship. They stood there, silently looking into each other’s eyes, each with his own thoughts.
Finally Kveld-Úlf took Thorolf in his arms and wished him well until their next meeting.