Ulfhildr

On blustery nights, fast abed in our halls We rejoice that outside, the jarring waves, And cruel rocks may yet keep the raiding-parties distant. We know if we fall unarmed into their hands We will be no less loot than the boar-helms or rings That they take from the slain. -from Ulfhildr On an unnamed coastline, hidden in the mists of history, a woman is confronted with her husband's death in battle, drawing on her courage and cunning to secure the safety of herself and her young son and to lead