The storyteller looked around making sure everybody was listening.
Assured, he then began his tale: Many years ago the Devil himself appeared among men – Karl, king of the Franks! The Devil came out of Francia attacking our brethren in Saxony. The Duke, Widukind, fought the Devil until he too had to succumb and accept the Catholic baptism. Our noble king Sigfred wielding his sword aided Widukind and after his acceptance of baptism kept his word to the Saxons aiding their final fight against the Devil.
The little children huddled together getting comfort from their older brothers and sisters and the men grunted and nodded their heads in approval.
The storyteller continued: Seeing the distress of our Saxon kin Sigfred sent his dragons (long-ships) towards the Devils spawn in Angelland to raid their shores and kill them at random – the supporters of the Devil and the Catholic bishops.
The storyteller was becoming agitated by now, but a sudden thud of a weaving stone falling to the floor had everybody jump! An old man turned his head: woman! Don’t scare the children!
The woman smiled, picked up the stone and turned towards the weave. Everybody laughed.
The children were sent to bed in the hay upon the loft over the animals and the men drew together talking about the state of affairs.
Assured, he then began his tale: Many years ago the Devil himself appeared among men – Karl, king of the Franks! The Devil came out of Francia attacking our brethren in Saxony. The Duke, Widukind, fought the Devil until he too had to succumb and accept the Catholic baptism. Our noble king Sigfred wielding his sword aided Widukind and after his acceptance of baptism kept his word to the Saxons aiding their final fight against the Devil.
The little children huddled together getting comfort from their older brothers and sisters and the men grunted and nodded their heads in approval.
The storyteller continued: Seeing the distress of our Saxon kin Sigfred sent his dragons (long-ships) towards the Devils spawn in Angelland to raid their shores and kill them at random – the supporters of the Devil and the Catholic bishops.
The storyteller was becoming agitated by now, but a sudden thud of a weaving stone falling to the floor had everybody jump! An old man turned his head: woman! Don’t scare the children!
The woman smiled, picked up the stone and turned towards the weave. Everybody laughed.
The children were sent to bed in the hay upon the loft over the animals and the men drew together talking about the state of affairs.