A Little Help

By now I've already packed my things and I've walked my kids to my mother Claudia's house as she said she would watch over them while I was gone.

"Freydís, this is a bad idea! This is suicide! What makes you think you'll last out there!" My mother said with concern.

"I don't know, but I'm not changing my mind," I said, thinking my mother would shoot back with something.

"And I know there isn't anyway I can change your mind," she said.

I stood there, shocked that she wouldn't try and stop me, because to be honest, it does sound quite dangerous; But I wouldn't be doing this if I knew I wouldn't last long. Knowing my children would be safe here, I travelled to an old friends secret blacksmith shop. Knowing that I would be coming to visit, he kept his furnace burning bright, keeping his shack of a forgery toasty warm, since our winters get extremely cold and even our summers can get as low as 18.3 degrees. Once I walked up to the front door and gave it a quick knock, I was greeted by a warm, caring face.

"Freydís! Its great to see you again!" The man said with joy.

"Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes," I said.

"What makes you say that?" He asked with curiosity. I looked down then back up to meet his eyes again.

"Björn attacked Rolf, he is at home with cuts and bruises everywhere," I said, with tears filling my eyes. He noticed, then he wrapped his arms around me for a warm hug; It was good, since the time Björn released the news, I needed a good hug from someone, anyone.

"I am so sorry. I know Björn isn't the most subtle of people but this, this is a whole other level!" He exclaimed.

"And that is the reason I came to you my friend," I said with a sense of positivity, considering the events of the last two hours have been extremely hectic.

"I need a sword and some tiny throwing knives," I requested.

"And why do you need them exactly?" He asked, curiously.

It took time for me to explain what had happened to him, but he did eventually get the idea.

"I see. So you want to stow away on a raiding ship and go to Europe to fight as a way of stress relief?" He asked.

"In a way, yes?" I replied.

"Your crazy, but I have the sword just for you!" He said.

He then showed me inside to see a beautiful sword.

"Here you go, my finest sword for my finest friend." He handed me the sword. I stood there and admired it for a period of time.

"Thank you so much, I will look great when I stab it through the hearts of my enemies!" I exclaimed with gratitude.

"Time to stow away on that ship before it leaves the dock!" He yelled.

"Shhhhh!" I whispered.

"Oh yeah, big secret," He whispered back. "Now go you fool!"

So I ran and ran until my legs couldn't run no more, until I got to the docks.