“He’s just squatting there,” Olaf said to Lars.
“I can see that,” Lars replied.
“The rest of them are way over there.”
“Is it some sort of trap.”
“Sure it’s a trap.”
“What’s the trap then.”
“If we could see it, then it wouldn’t be a trap.” Olaf snapped, “dolt, there are probably scores of them all around us.”
“How?”
“What?”
“How, there’s nothing out here, we can see every which way.”
“Well, they’re up to something.”
“So what should we do?”
“I think we should go up there and chop off his head, the whole bunch of us.”
“He’s smiling. The bastard is mocking us.”
“Let’s see him smile when I put a spear through his guts.”
“Good. You go and do it, we’ll be right behind you.”
“What?”
“We’ll be right behind you. We got your back.”
“Wait a second. I thought we’d attack all together, you know, as one.”
“Yeah, that’s good but....”
“But...”
“There’s just one guy. Go take care of it.”
“But he’s probably a witch or something. He’s dressed all funny, and he’s got beads and pouches and things.”
“So.”
“What if he curses us.”
“That’s why you have to go up alone, that way, if you’re cursed, the rest of us can help.”
“Help a curse? How?”
“Stop being a baby, go up there and cut his head off.”
“I’m not stupid, you go!”
“How about we both go. The rest of you men stay back, we’ll wave when its clear.”
“Okay.”
“Let’s go then.”
“He’s not doing anything, he’s just sitting there.”
“He’s smiling at us, that’s something.”
“Look at all that stuff around. It’s like he’s having a feast, right here in the middle of nowhere.”
“He’s eating something.”
“Doesn’t look natural.”
“He’s handing a piece of it to you.”
“Fuck you, he’s not handing it to me, he’s handing it to you.”
“What do I do?”
“Take it, idiot.”
........
“So what’s it like.”
“Feels like a root, kind of like a turnip or a carrot or something.”
“What’s it smell like?”
“I dunno, nothing much I guess.”
“He’s eating it. You try it.”
“Why me?”
“He gave it to you.”
“But what if its poisoned or cursed.”
“Well, he’s eating it. Should be okay.”
“Then you eat it.”
“You’re such a baby. Give it to me then.”
“So.... what’s it taste like.”
“Carrot. Sort of.”
“He’s still smiling. Now he’s handing me something else.”
“Take it and smile back.”
“Okay.”
“Wait till he eats it, could be a trick.”
“He’s eating it.”
“Try it.”
.....
“Wow, it tastes like shit.”
“Don’t spit it out, just smile at him like it doesn’t taste like shit. Don’t give
him the satisfaction.”
“You he gives carrots, I get crap.”
“It's not a carrot. It just tastes like it a little. Do you have any food on you?”
“I have a turnip, some jerky.”
“Give it to him.”
“I was saving that for lunch!”
“Give him the goddammed turnip.”
“He’s just looking at it.”
“Take it back, moron, take a bite, and give it back to him.”
“Okay, there we go.”
\
“I know what this is.”
“This funny paste?”
“No idiot. This is trade. Remember, when the Headman took us to Iceland, and we traded walrus tusks and bear hide in Reykjavik?”
“Well, there’s not much. We had a whole boat load. This is just a pack of stuff. I mean, its all just Skraeling junk.”
“Look at that.”
“It’s a bone ring on a string.”
“No, it’s a game. You see, the string is tied to a stick, and you have to swing the ring so it lands on the stick.”
“He’s handing it to you. It doesn’t look that hard.”
“So trade. He’s showing wares.”
“So what does he want? This is harder than it looks.”
“I don’t know. Some of this is copper, its nice. Give me your scarf.”
“My scarf? No. Give him your scarf, if you’re so hot for it.”
“I didn’t wipe my ass with my scarf. Give me yours.”
“I did not!”
“Oh come on, we saw you. Your wife washed that thing for half a day.”
“Give him yours.”
“I’m not giving up my scarf. Stop being a baby. And stop playing with that thing, you’re not looking like a tough warrior. Just put the ring through the stick and stop playing about.”
“Its tough.”
“It’s not that tough. Jesus, what’s wrong with you. The scarf.”
“Oh all right.”
“Before he makes us eat something again.”
“I can see that,” Lars replied.
“The rest of them are way over there.”
“Is it some sort of trap.”
“Sure it’s a trap.”
“What’s the trap then.”
“If we could see it, then it wouldn’t be a trap.” Olaf snapped, “dolt, there are probably scores of them all around us.”
“How?”
“What?”
“How, there’s nothing out here, we can see every which way.”
“Well, they’re up to something.”
“So what should we do?”
“I think we should go up there and chop off his head, the whole bunch of us.”
“He’s smiling. The bastard is mocking us.”
“Let’s see him smile when I put a spear through his guts.”
“Good. You go and do it, we’ll be right behind you.”
“What?”
“We’ll be right behind you. We got your back.”
“Wait a second. I thought we’d attack all together, you know, as one.”
“Yeah, that’s good but....”
“But...”
“There’s just one guy. Go take care of it.”
“But he’s probably a witch or something. He’s dressed all funny, and he’s got beads and pouches and things.”
“So.”
“What if he curses us.”
“That’s why you have to go up alone, that way, if you’re cursed, the rest of us can help.”
“Help a curse? How?”
“Stop being a baby, go up there and cut his head off.”
“I’m not stupid, you go!”
“How about we both go. The rest of you men stay back, we’ll wave when its clear.”
“Okay.”
“Let’s go then.”
“He’s not doing anything, he’s just sitting there.”
“He’s smiling at us, that’s something.”
“Look at all that stuff around. It’s like he’s having a feast, right here in the middle of nowhere.”
“He’s eating something.”
“Doesn’t look natural.”
“He’s handing a piece of it to you.”
“Fuck you, he’s not handing it to me, he’s handing it to you.”
“What do I do?”
“Take it, idiot.”
........
“So what’s it like.”
“Feels like a root, kind of like a turnip or a carrot or something.”
“What’s it smell like?”
“I dunno, nothing much I guess.”
“He’s eating it. You try it.”
“Why me?”
“He gave it to you.”
“But what if its poisoned or cursed.”
“Well, he’s eating it. Should be okay.”
“Then you eat it.”
“You’re such a baby. Give it to me then.”
“So.... what’s it taste like.”
“Carrot. Sort of.”
“He’s still smiling. Now he’s handing me something else.”
“Take it and smile back.”
“Okay.”
“Wait till he eats it, could be a trick.”
“He’s eating it.”
“Try it.”
.....
“Wow, it tastes like shit.”
“Don’t spit it out, just smile at him like it doesn’t taste like shit. Don’t give
him the satisfaction.”
“You he gives carrots, I get crap.”
“It's not a carrot. It just tastes like it a little. Do you have any food on you?”
“I have a turnip, some jerky.”
“Give it to him.”
“I was saving that for lunch!”
“Give him the goddammed turnip.”
“He’s just looking at it.”
“Take it back, moron, take a bite, and give it back to him.”
“Okay, there we go.”
\
“I know what this is.”
“This funny paste?”
“No idiot. This is trade. Remember, when the Headman took us to Iceland, and we traded walrus tusks and bear hide in Reykjavik?”
“Well, there’s not much. We had a whole boat load. This is just a pack of stuff. I mean, its all just Skraeling junk.”
“Look at that.”
“It’s a bone ring on a string.”
“No, it’s a game. You see, the string is tied to a stick, and you have to swing the ring so it lands on the stick.”
“He’s handing it to you. It doesn’t look that hard.”
“So trade. He’s showing wares.”
“So what does he want? This is harder than it looks.”
“I don’t know. Some of this is copper, its nice. Give me your scarf.”
“My scarf? No. Give him your scarf, if you’re so hot for it.”
“I didn’t wipe my ass with my scarf. Give me yours.”
“I did not!”
“Oh come on, we saw you. Your wife washed that thing for half a day.”
“Give him yours.”
“I’m not giving up my scarf. Stop being a baby. And stop playing with that thing, you’re not looking like a tough warrior. Just put the ring through the stick and stop playing about.”
“Its tough.”
“It’s not that tough. Jesus, what’s wrong with you. The scarf.”
“Oh all right.”
“Before he makes us eat something again.”