Something to get your teeth into, perhaps?
Our kinsmen on the eastern coast north of here, had already been fighting the invaders from across the sea for most of the summer. Now the icy tentacles of early winter blew; heavy sea mist rolled in. Our clan chief Aiken together with our king, Eardwulf of Kent, and his high council of chiefs firmly believed that the invaders would continue south to our homeland rather than wait until next spring.
This was the reason for our lonely frozen enforced vigil here above the only safe landing place for many leagues along the coast in either direction. My half wild wolf Æthelwulf had been howling at the pale yellow disc in the misty sky for most of the day in an attempt to scare it away. Ædelric, Amluth and Beorwthwulf sat shivering with their backs to the rocky outcrop, sheltering from the icy wind and pounding waves, attempting to…
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