“These are not the familiar vessels now floating in the harbour, raised up by the tide. These are larger, much larger, and driving through the water, dragon-prowed, square-sailed, sailing towards us. ‘Ships,’ is all I can say to my brothers. Men are moving on the decks, axes in their hands. In my mind’s eye: whirlwinds, flames and dragons on the waves. An altar running with blood.”
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Amy Jeffs,
Wild: Tales from Early Medieval Britain