Beorn was only a boy when his father jumped off Ness Rock into the sea, and was swept away like a piece of black driftwood.It was a grey day, with the gulls and sea-mews haunting the air with their cries, as though they were mocking at Beorn for crying too. If he had had a mother he would not have cried so much, because boys in Iceland did not reckon to cry, whatever happened. But Beorn’s mother h...
Henry Treece - Horned Helmet
Horned Helmet
Henry Treece
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Beorn was only a boy when his father jumped off Ness Rock into the sea, and was swept away like a piece of black driftwood.It was a grey day, with the gulls and sea-mews haunting the air with their cries, as though they were mocking at Beorn for crying too. If he had had a mother he would not have cried so much, because boys in Iceland did not reckon to cry, whatever happened. But Beorn’s mother had been taken away by a shipload of vikings a year ago, when she was down on the shore gathering weed and driftwood for the fire; and now he was quite alone.