One day in the great hall

The noise of a bell woke up a little girl who, with her small hands, wiped the dirt in her eyes before stretching.

After this, she took out from under his pillow her little wooden fox, which she hugged 'Mom, Dad I hope you have a good morning in Valhalla, I would also like to tell you that today I will learn to write my name using what the teacher Aila calls the Latin alphabet.'

When she finished talking to her parents, she followed her routine that she had been doing for 3 days.

First, she folded her animal skin and took it to the warehouse; after that, she went to the table in the great room for breakfast.

She was surprised that breakfast was a large piece of seal meat, a fish soup, and a jug of milk very calmly used the wooden cutlery to cut her piece of meat.

As she drank her milk, she looked at the little boy beside her curiously; for the past few days, the boy has cried in her sleep, not to mention that her eyes seem to be devoid of life.

"Hey, little boy, you need me to help you eat."

The boy looked up and looked at the girl with golden hair with some anger.

"My name is Daven, and I don't need any help.

I had already told you, and I will repeat it, I have to do things only if I will not fail my mother promise that I would become a great man. "

The girl sighed, "You can call me Laura, Daven.

But I don't think your mother will be angry if you allow me to help you, besides I'm sure your mother is in Valhalla with my parents. "

Daven angrily looked at Laura. "What you said is not true; my mother cannot go to Valhalla because she is a woman and did not die in battle."

Tears ran into Daven's eyes as he said those words, so when he thought about continuing with his breakfast, the sound of a broken jug scared him away.

Laura, who had broken her milk jug, rushed at Daven intending to hit him; before the two children had time to beat each other, they were separated by the two slave monks.

With a face thoroughly flushed with anger, Laura pointed at Daven. "Damn brat, my parents are in Valhalla, and I avenge them myself.

You can say the same as me, or you are just a coward. "

Daven, with his tears falling from his eyes, glared at Laura. "Your mother is not in Valhalla; only men can go.

If my mother could be in Valhalla, she would not have cried while that damned Viking ripped part of her mouth off. "

The two monks could only hear how the two children seemed to yell at each other, so they decided to just hold them until the Jarl or his wife could bring order.

After a few seconds, Max entered the great room, which was outside, helping to coordinate the slaves and workers in the sewer hole.

Kassia and Helmi also entered because they were concerned about the noise; the first thing they could see was the two monks holding two children who seemed to be shouting different insults.

Max walked over to the two children and put his hands on their heads in an attempt to make them relax.

Laura and Daven calmed down when they felt Einar's hand; once the two stopped trying to fight, the monks released them, and Max squatted looked at them. "Kids, what happened? Why are you fighting."

With tears in her eyes, Laura began to narrate her story and how Daven had told her that her mother had not been able to enter Valhalla.

Max heard the two little ones speak; when they finished saying their thoughts, a smile formed on his face.

Without much haste, he stood up and opened his arms "Children, as you know, I am Odin's emissary; I am his prophet if you want to see me that way.

I will speak to Godi Asgot so that you can hear the truth about Valhalla, but first of all, I want you to know that your parents went directly to Valhalla.

It doesn't matter how they died because they made the greatest sacrifice a father can make, which is to lay down his life for his children. "

Max then wiped the tears from Laura and Daven's face, "Laura, Daven, I hope that after hearing my words, you can feel much better.

Their parents are taking care of them from Valhalla, so I hope they can get along.

I do not ask you to be friends because that is a decision that only the two of you can make, but know that we are stronger together than apart.

Our enemies are the Vikings who try to rob them and our people. "

Max pointed to the two monks who were cleaning up the remains of cutlery and food that Laura and Daven had thrown away.

"They may seem harmless and weak compared to the Vikings who attack our town, but they have a weapon that is more terrifying than swords or axes."

Max put his fingers on the two children's foreheads. "They use religion as a way to attack their minds and hold people captive with unrealistic promises.

You are too young to understand, but you will see the difference between our people and Christians as they get older. "

After this, Max carried the two children and took them to their places at the table where he gestured for the slaves to bring food.

"Laura and Daven, at another moment, you will bring more food so you can have breakfast, but remember this is the first and last time you have fought at the table.

Food is not something we can afford to throw on the floor, you understood. "

Laura and Daven nodded silently as some slaves put food in front of them; Max, for his part, stroked their heads and let them eat while he went back to supervising the construction zone.

When Max left, Laura could hear Daven's voice, "I'm sorry for what I said, Laura."

Laura, for her part, exhaled and patted Daven on the shoulder. "Don't worry, Daven, I too got carried away by my emotions.

But what if I give you a piece of my meat in compensation for everything that happened. "

Daven nodded, and the two boys started talking and laughing at the table.

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