Fleeing the Saxons

Darkness covers the steading where Bladulf’s has set camp. The hounds I lay next to twitch and whine in their sleep, perhaps dreaming of hare flesh between their teeth; or perhaps of man flesh from the battle a few days hence… Finally, the men outside have quieted...

Bladulf’s Dog

‘Carasswn disgynnu yg Cattraeth gessevinGwert med yg kynted a gwirawt win’ I could wish to have been the first to shed my blood in CattraethAs the price of the mead and the drink of wine in the Hall. It has been a night and a day since Cattreath. Still, the men...