416 CDXVI. The Anarchy (2/2)
Continuing to talk about this and that, Orvar and Skaldr asked in detail what had happened in the cave, not being aware of the battle between Giants Of Ymir and Claws Of Fenrir.
The soldiers tried to familiarize with the archers, who asked them a thousand questions about Okstorm, knowing it only indirectly, through stories they had heard during their childhood, and in the meantime, in the entrance, seated at the table, the Masters together with Freydis, Karl and Reidar began to get to know each other better.
”Believe me, I would never have imagined such a thing! Until a few hours ago, our only concern was to understand the next moves of the Claws Of Fenrir, instead we are now sitting around our table talking to complete strangers about past and fascinating stories... during our childhood, the myth of Okstorm has always fascinated us... it was amazing to imagine a place where it wasn't cold all year round, inhabited by so many other Clans” Skaldr thought out loud, speaking in a nostalgic and defenseless tone as if he wanted to thank Egill and Sander for their presence.
”Well, believe me, friends... none of us have ever seen Krypstorm, which is the favorite subject of our bards, in their stories. It is described as a mythical land inhabited by ancient creatures. The disciples of the fierce wolf Fenrir, the king of the ice giants Ymir, and the master of trickery and illusion Loki, are legendary for us. We never dreamed of having to deal with it, we owe everything to the courage of this boy, who has plunged into our lives like a bolt from the blue, upsetting every canonical scheme and helping us to see the world in a different light...” Egill said, who could not help but highlight Dag, who answered with a smile.
”If the world was populated by dreamers like you, things would be different. Krypstorm is a wild place, where the law of the strongest lives. Sovereignty belongs to the Clan that conquers the largest slice of land... it's been like this for a long time now...” the archer continued, who as soon as he got the chance, asked one of his men to open two bottles of wine and take them to the guests.
”Without sovereign? King Einarr is the ruler of all the lands of Skjold, have you forgotten him?” Dag asked, to test Skaldr and see if what he had just said was true.
After his words, for a few seconds, everyone remained silent, looking at him.
”Hahaha, boy! Don't make me laugh so much! King who? Einarr? And who the hell is he?!” Orvar asked, laughing.
Freydis and Dag looked at each other in a confused air when Gridd spoke.
”The fact that you don't know the name of the King of all Vikings is a scandal. But other than that, trying to leave out this detail... have you ever wondered who should be responsible for creating laws and enforcing them?!” she asked.
”As I was going to explain to you, I don't think you people of Okstorm can feel the spirit of Krypstorm. Ours is a land without rules and limits, where everyone does what he wants, worrying only about the consequences for his Clan of allies. Over the centuries, many of Okstorm's most feared criminals were exiled here, in our land, and slowly created a regime of terror, gathering groups of evil warriors and looting and robbing towns and villages” Skaldr replied, to justify their laughter.