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Northward! He frowned into the storm
The wind ever stirring, the snow swirling 'round
Ahead lay destiny, a lone dying form
He felt a stirring, as if homeward bound
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Trudging carefully through the heavy snow he watched as Sprinteren stopped, intently looking at a snow bank.
     “What is it boy?” he offered as he slowly pushed the snow aside.  Beneath it he found the near lifeless form of a child.  Hurriedly but carefully he pulled him from the mound, wrapping his capes around him. He gently held the boy in his arms closely examining his body for any sign of injury to his head, limbs and torso.  He found none and checked for breath.  It was shallow but constant and he sighed with relief. He pressed the boy firmly against his body for warmth and resumed his constant stride northward.  Before long his vision started to play tricks on him.  In the distance he thought he saw water.  He listened intently but heard only the wind.  As the day progressed the wind and snow gave way to only wind and the wind died to a calm breeze.  The mounds of snow lessened to occasional drifts and then to ice until, to his bewilderment, what seemed to be a vast lake or perhaps even an ocean lay before him, tasting the water and finding it salty he thought, yes, an ocean.  He had never heard of an ocean this far north but little surprised him now.

Growing weary from his travels while carrying the child, he knew he must soon rest.  Sprinteren seemed more than happy when he finally stopped and he offered the deer a meager meal of dried fruit.  With a slight bow his friend pranced away from the water to dig lichen from beneath the snow and the frozen ground where he grazed while a bed was fashioned for the child.  Upon his return he lay close to the fire burning in the middle of the camp.  The boy was placed against him to keep the child warm.  Sprinteren carefully curled his legs around him and they slept.


Jessica's tear filled eyes begged him not to leave but he turned away before she could see the glisten growing in his own eyes.  He didn't want to leave.  He wanted more than anything to be comforted by her. Both she and her father, Raðulfr, asked him to stay.  They would make room in their cottage for him and he could work with them in the store, perhaps someday even taking over the mercantile.  He sat listening to them speak and saw the glimmer in Raðulfr's eyes as he glanced at his daughter and winked slyly at him.  Such a beautiful future he could envision with such a life.
     “No,” he said softly.
He could not explain it to them, but he felt compelled to leave, his mind always on his mother's final words.  North, she had said, always north.  As Jessica followed him out of the house she called to him,
     “Wait, please, just for a moment.” She held in her arms a large overcoat made from the finest woven wool, dyed in the most beautiful forest green and lined with a fur of brilliant white.  “Your mother taught me to weave this.” She stroked the fur lovingly.  “The lining will keep you warm and stop the wool from itching.”  She handed it to him.  She also handed him two full length cloaks made of the same material, fully lined in white fur but this time dyed in a crimson red with hook and eye fastenings at the neck.  Thanking her for her gifts he tenderly touched her face and leaned down giving her a sweet gentle kiss, when he tasted the salt of her tears on his lips he turned, unable to face her. As he walked away he heard her say,
     “I love you. Journey safely.”
At this he turned, for just a moment, and stared directly into her eyes.  A smile from his cold rosy lips spread from cheek to cheek as he slid his finger aside his nose then pointed directly at her.  A twinkling of his gift sparkled at his finger tip and burst into beautiful colors before her bewildered eyes and she smiled.
     “We will be together again my love,” then a deep chuckle resounded from his throat as he turned to leave.
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