Wayfarer77

“Sit down, slave! You struggle in vain,” says Asvald, cleansing his hands in a small water basin. Dried blood is washed away, reddening the water. “The rope that binds you is woven from hair of jotun and tail of nokken, so not even Fenrir the Wolf could escape from its grasp!” he laughs with heart. “You might think that there is nothing sweeter than freedom, but freedom comes with its own burdens. So, sit still, slave! and listen – I have a most interesting story to tell you, a story that may change your mind!” With these words, the young man lets himself fall lazily in an armchair. A clay oil-lamp c