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... Fog coiled about the masts like wraiths, thick and clinging.
Behind them lay Vestmannaeyjar, now claimed in the name of the Westfjord Jarldom. Before them, in the gray, ghost-lit distance, a lone knarr fled northward. Its sail drawn tight, as though it could outrun fate itself.
It was a merchant's vessel, small and swift with the wind. But against six longships, it had no hope of flight.
Unaware that Vestmannaeyjar had already fallen to the pagans, the Althing had sent i ...
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