The Pagan Lord. Bernard Cornwell
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Æsc’s Hill | Ashdown, Berkshire |
Afen | River Avon, Wiltshire |
Beamfleot | Benfleet, Essex |
Bearddan Igge | Bardney, Lincolnshire |
Bebbanburg | Bamburgh Castle, Northumberland |
Bedehal | Beadnell, Northumberland |
Beorgford | Burford, Oxfordshire |
Botulfstan | Boston, Lincolnshire |
Buchestanes | Buxton, Derbyshire |
Ceaster | Chester, Cheshire |
Ceodre | Cheddar, Somerset |
Cesterfelda | Chesterfield, Derbyshire |
Cirrenceastre | Cirencester, Gloucestershire |
Coddeswold Hills | The Cotswolds, Gloucestershire |
Cornwalum | Cornwall |
Cumbraland | Cumbria |
Dunholm | Durham, County Durham |
Dyflin | Dublin, Eire |
Eoferwic | York, Yorkshire |
Ethandun | Edington, Wiltshire |
Exanceaster | Exeter, Devon |
Fagranforda | Fairford, Gloucestershire |
Farnea Islands | Farne Islands, Northumberland |
Flaneburg | Flamborough, Yorkshire |
Foirthe | River Forth, Scotland |
The Gewæsc | The Wash |
Gleawecestre | Gloucester, Gloucestershire |
Grimesbi | Grimsby, Lincolnshire |
Haithabu | Hedeby, Denmark |
Humbre | River Humber |
Liccelfeld | Lichfield, Staffordshire |
Lindcolne | Lincoln, Lincolnshire |
Lindisfarena | Lindisfarne (Holy Island), Northumberland |
Lundene | London |
Mærse | River Mersey |
Pencric | Penkridge, Staffordshire |
Sæfern | River Severn |
Sceapig | Isle of Sheppey, Kent |
Snotengaham | Nottingham, Nottinghamshire |
Tameworþig | Tamworth, Staffordshire |
Temes | River Thames |
Teotanheale | Tettenhall, West Midlands |
Tofeceaster | Towcester, Northamptonshire |
Uisc | River Exe |
Wiltunscir | Wiltshire |
Wintanceaster | Winchester, Hampshire |
Wodnesfeld | Wednesbury, West Midlands |
A dark sky.
The gods make the sky; it reflects their moods and they were dark that day. It was high summer and a bitter rain was spitting from the east. It felt like winter.
I was mounted on Lightning, my best horse. He was a stallion, black as night, but with a slash of grey pelt running down his hindquarters. He was named for a great hound I had once sacrificed to Thor. I hated killing that dog, but the gods are hard on us; they demand sacrifice and then ignore us. This Lightning was a huge beast, powerful and sullen, a warhorse, and I was in my war-glory on that dark day. I was dressed in mail and clad in steel and leather. Serpent-Breath, best of swords, hung at my left side, though for the enemy I faced that day I needed no sword, no shield, no axe. But I wore her anyway because Serpent-Breath was my companion. I still own her. When I die, and that must be soon, someone will close my fingers around the leather-bindings of her worn hilt and she will carry me to Valhalla, to the corpse-hall of the high gods, and we shall feast there.
But not that day.
That dark summer day I sat in the saddle in the middle of a muddy street, facing the enemy. I could