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Thorolf and I had a great time at Thorir’s home that winter.
But as spring arrived we had an urge for viking. We readied a ship and were ready to sail by early summer. We had several great battles and won much plunder. Then we headed for Courland.
We traded peacefully wherever we could; if not, we raided and plundered. After a few weeks we headed inland in groups of twelve. In the forest we discovered villages that were ripe for taking. We killed a few and the remainder ran away. We took whatever we could and went to the next village. Late in the day Thorolf sounded his horn to call everyone back to the ship but I could not respond.
I and my men had come upon a nice estate and everyone had already ran away. We took what we could and started back the way we came. In front of us were a large group of men. It is a long story that ended with us being captured.
The estate owner and his two sons talked about torturing and then killing us. His sons said that it would be more fun to wait until morning.