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 There was no mistaking it, the Gjallarhorn was sounding. We marched 
 forward, I at the head of my men, Trusted Hallbjörn by my side. 
 “ The horn is raised! ” he cried to the men. “ Man engi maðr öðrum þyrma! ” 
 
 “ Skálmöld! ” came the reply from the men clattering their swords against 
 their shields. There was no fear amongst this lot. Warriors all, handpicked by 
 myself, to serve at the behest of the althing. Every village was to send their 
 best. 
 
 The wind blew hard at our backs. A sky dark as charcoal hung low over 
 our heads. My furs whipped around me. Hallbjörn fell into step beside. 
 
 “ Do you know what lies ahead Njáll? ” 
 
 It was an unnecessary question. Hallbjörn knew the answer well enough. 
 I had a way of reading the futures the fates wove. To his credit he never asked 
 how I knew, he just trusted in my orders. I trusted in his loyalty and his 
 strength. That had always been enough to bring us home alive. 
 
 “ Já, I do. ” I left it at that. Hallbjörn glanced sidelong at me for a moment 
 and smiled. Behind us the men chanted in unison to droning war horns. 
 
 We crested the icy summit. The valley below us was a maelstrom of 
 combat. Our countrymen battling a massed army of soldiers. Many more were 
 arriving by sea. Our long journey had reached it's end. 
 
 “ Ere, the world falls. ” I said. 
 
 Hallbjörn drew his sword. 
 
 “ Well then. We must hurry. We do n't have much time. ” 
 
 I unslung my shield and loosened my sword in it's scabbard. The wind 
 was fierce at our backs as we charged down the icy slope into the fray. 
 
 Sindri was first to fall, cut down by a pike-man. I lashed out with my 
 sword, gutting the man. I did n't feel the loss of the youth. Valhalla would 
 welcome all those who died with wounds to the fore. 
 
 We tore into the enemy with the ferocity that only Norsemen could 
 muster. Our axes and swords tasted the blood of the invaders as we carved 
 our way into the battle. 
 
 Ólafur was next to fall, then Brynjar. Their bodies falling into the mud as 
 their souls escaped to paradise. We pressed on striking out at the foe. 
 
 Ahead we glimpsed an armoured man on horseback, his standard bore an 
 eagle and three crowns. 
 
 “ House Stenkil! ” Hallbjörn yelled, gesturing with his axe and began 
 cleaving his way towards the horse man. I followed in the wake of Hallbjörn's 
 rage. 
 
 The foot-soldiers seemed to keep their distance from the Stenkil horseman 
 who casually dispatched anyone who came near. He circled to face us, sword 
 held high. Hallbjörn did n't hesitate, hurling his axe at the steed's legs. It reared 
 back throwing the horseman to the ground. Hallbjörn closed in with fists raised. 
 Even unarmed Hallbjörn was an imposing foe dwarfing most men. 
 
 He struck the horseman twice in the face, denting the man's helm. He 
 kicked Hallbjörn away and thrust with his sword. The point emerged inches to 
 the right of Hallbjörn's shoulder blade. He was dead instantly. I fell upon the 
 horseman, repeatedly driving my sword into the slits of his visor. 
 
 The sounds of battle faded as I gathered myself. All of the soldiers had 
 stopped fighting and were staring at me. 
 
 No, not at me. 
 
 Beside me stood a radiant woman resplendent in a white dress unmarred 
 by the mud and blood of the battlefield. 
 
 She began to sing. Her voice carried clear and perfect throughout the valley. 
 
 “ She a hall see standing brighter than sun... ” she began. 
 
 the clouds began to part over her head 
 
 “ With gold bedecked, in Gimlé ” 
 
 The sun pained my eyes. My sword fell from my hand. 
 
 “ There shall good people household build, ” 
 
 My furs began to smolder, My armour began to burn me. 
 
 “ And in long time happiness enjoy. ” 
 
 Flames engulfed every soldier on the field. They ran and they screamed but I 
 could not. I could not tear my eyes away from her until the flames consumed them. 
 

