The Saga of Fairhair
Little Harald was playing in the courtyard with his friends- all children of the noblemen and ministers in his father’s court. It was freezing, and a strong and chilly wind was blowing. They knew it could snow at any time soon. They had kept their fur near the pillars of the courtyard. The approaching sound of horses’ gallops diverted their attention and interrupted their game of hide-and-seek. Harald, all of 10, had the princely aura that, with one wave of his hand, made all his friends stopped and looked beyond the huge iron gate of the palace. Leading the horsemen was the kingdom’s Head of the general of the army. His sunken face and bloodshot eyes could not escape the little prince’s observant nature. Was he bearing any bad news? The General looked at him with a face of pity and proceeded towards the court, to the King’s brother, Guthorm. Guthorm, the Wise, was a learned and knowledgeable regent whom even his elder brother, King Halfden the Black, sought advice from. The Gene...