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they’ll do horrid experiments on you. As much as I might want to help you if that happens, I won’t be able to. Or certain gods might find out,” the bird added discreetly.
“Uhh, I understand,” Snorri rumbled. “Can’t have that.” The bird sure didn’t seem to like the gods.
“No, we can’t. So when you catch these men with the big brains, just keep them in their cages until I come back. Once you have the full amount needed, then we’ll make the potion. Good luck,” the crow added. It spread its jet-black wings and flapped into the air, disappearing among the trees.
Snorri was left standing alone by his campfire, barely able to contain his excitement about his change of fortunes. King Snorri…?
That had a nice ring !
His earlier doubts about catching people and turning their brains into powder faded with surprising speed as he let his imagination bask in the glow of his newfound dreams.
Kaia by his side, a crown on his head, and all the other giants finally forced to show him some respect.
That bird better keep up his end of the bargain, Snorri thought as he got to work building wooden cages to hold his future captives. For as anxious as he was to get home to Princess Kaia and his dear sheepies, there was no time to waste.
Gorm was wrong! He wasn’t a loser, he was a giant of destiny, and he’d start catching geniuses tonight.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Miss Langesund’s Surprise
Miss Langesund led their group across campus and through the university gardens, until they finally approached the little wooden museum that sat all alone at the end of the path.
Th e building resembled a church, and when Jake asked if it used to be one, she said no. Since her father’s big discovery had to do with Norwegian history, they had modeled the building to house the exhibit on a traditional style of architecture that could be seen all over Norway in the small wooden stave churches that dated back to medieval times.
When they reached the little museum, which was presently closed to the public, she unlocked the wooden double doors and then turned to face the group. “Now then, children,” she said with a dramatic flair worthy of the ancient Norse bards, “prepare yourselves to step back in time nearly a thousand years to the tenth century—and the golden age of the Vikings!”
Then she opened the door. It swung with a heavy creak.
Though they all were eager to see the surprise, Jake stepped forward first into the shadows.
Inside the hushed space of the museum, the fading light of sunset slanted in through the gothic windows to reveal the long, wooden remnants of a magnificent Viking ship.
The children were awestruck as they filed in, staring at it.
“My father discovered it buried on the shores of Oslo Fjord. The ship is sixty-seven feet long, with twelve pairs of oars, all made of oak.”
“This is amazing,” Dani murmured.
Miss Langesund smiled. “Indeed. A thousand years ago, these long-boats were the technological wonder of their time. The Vikings crossed the seas in these boats. But as you can see, the keels are shallow enough that they could travel up rivers, too. No place was safe from their invasions.”
“They certainly came to England,” Henry said for the benefit of the children. “Stone monuments covered in Viking runes can be found throughout the British Isles. I daresay we’ve all got some Viking blood in our veins.”
“Probably so,” Miss Langesund agreed.
Jake homed in on a mysterious , shadowed walkway that led down into the museum floor beneath the ship. He pointed at it. “May we go down there?”
“O f course,” Miss Langesund said, gesturing in welcome. “Down there, you can see what the hull looks like from below. This allows us to learn more about the Vikings’ shipbuilding methods. Or you can climb up on the catwalk above us, if you want to look down at the inside of the ship.”
“But don’t touch anything!” Henry warned once again.
The kids scarcely heard,
“Uhh, I understand,” Snorri rumbled. “Can’t have that.” The bird sure didn’t seem to like the gods.
“No, we can’t. So when you catch these men with the big brains, just keep them in their cages until I come back. Once you have the full amount needed, then we’ll make the potion. Good luck,” the crow added. It spread its jet-black wings and flapped into the air, disappearing among the trees.
Snorri was left standing alone by his campfire, barely able to contain his excitement about his change of fortunes. King Snorri…?
That had a nice ring !
His earlier doubts about catching people and turning their brains into powder faded with surprising speed as he let his imagination bask in the glow of his newfound dreams.
Kaia by his side, a crown on his head, and all the other giants finally forced to show him some respect.
That bird better keep up his end of the bargain, Snorri thought as he got to work building wooden cages to hold his future captives. For as anxious as he was to get home to Princess Kaia and his dear sheepies, there was no time to waste.
Gorm was wrong! He wasn’t a loser, he was a giant of destiny, and he’d start catching geniuses tonight.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Miss Langesund’s Surprise
Miss Langesund led their group across campus and through the university gardens, until they finally approached the little wooden museum that sat all alone at the end of the path.
Th e building resembled a church, and when Jake asked if it used to be one, she said no. Since her father’s big discovery had to do with Norwegian history, they had modeled the building to house the exhibit on a traditional style of architecture that could be seen all over Norway in the small wooden stave churches that dated back to medieval times.
When they reached the little museum, which was presently closed to the public, she unlocked the wooden double doors and then turned to face the group. “Now then, children,” she said with a dramatic flair worthy of the ancient Norse bards, “prepare yourselves to step back in time nearly a thousand years to the tenth century—and the golden age of the Vikings!”
Then she opened the door. It swung with a heavy creak.
Though they all were eager to see the surprise, Jake stepped forward first into the shadows.
Inside the hushed space of the museum, the fading light of sunset slanted in through the gothic windows to reveal the long, wooden remnants of a magnificent Viking ship.
The children were awestruck as they filed in, staring at it.
“My father discovered it buried on the shores of Oslo Fjord. The ship is sixty-seven feet long, with twelve pairs of oars, all made of oak.”
“This is amazing,” Dani murmured.
Miss Langesund smiled. “Indeed. A thousand years ago, these long-boats were the technological wonder of their time. The Vikings crossed the seas in these boats. But as you can see, the keels are shallow enough that they could travel up rivers, too. No place was safe from their invasions.”
“They certainly came to England,” Henry said for the benefit of the children. “Stone monuments covered in Viking runes can be found throughout the British Isles. I daresay we’ve all got some Viking blood in our veins.”
“Probably so,” Miss Langesund agreed.
Jake homed in on a mysterious , shadowed walkway that led down into the museum floor beneath the ship. He pointed at it. “May we go down there?”
“O f course,” Miss Langesund said, gesturing in welcome. “Down there, you can see what the hull looks like from below. This allows us to learn more about the Vikings’ shipbuilding methods. Or you can climb up on the catwalk above us, if you want to look down at the inside of the ship.”
“But don’t touch anything!” Henry warned once again.
The kids scarcely heard,
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