Flýtir Norn. Hann engjast eins og a ormur.
A beautiful pale faced woman slowly approaches the young Thule boy with a long slender dagger held loosely in her hands.
Nú yndi barn. þú vilja segja mig hvar ÉG geta finna Fjall Odin.
The woman begins to carve onto Torngasak's forehead and the boy calls out in pain for his mother. It is unbearable and lasts for some time as all the Vikings around him laugh out loud.
When it is finished, the Viking witch places his hand over Torngasak's mouth and begins to chant. When she is finshed she slaps the boy on the mouth. Torngasak is surprised that he can now understand what the woman is saying.
Where is Mount Odin boy?
Torngasak has no idea what the witch is talking about but as the witch describes the place it becomes more and more familiar to him. She speaks of Mount Qalinuktatuk. He has been there many times before with his father who now lies dead on the snowy village ground. He finds it odd that as he tells the witch what she wants to know, he does so in her own Tongue... in the Norse tongue.
Satisfied... The witch smiles and turns her back on the boy. The horn faced Viking that held him pulls his axe from his side and raises it high for the killing blow.
I will enjoy this welp!
The witch stays his hand with an evil glare.
Let the boy live! He has served us well. Leave him for the wolves!
The Viking protests..
But Gelga! Why not kill them all!
The witch smiles.
This is a worser fate Virga. May the bodies of his friends and family warm him this night.
With that the Vikings quickly saddle their giant black beasts and ride north. Torngasak is left crying in the snow, his forehead bleeding into his eyes, the sting of the fresh wound burning his flesh. The young boy's village burns all around him... not a sound can be heard aside from his own whimpering.
