Historical Setting: 793 C.E. Skåne Emil shared with me his notions of Christian baptism. As he explains it, Christians have a strange and lovely greeting for their Norsemen visitors. It seems Christians have three gods and the churches are castles of great wealth. “When you arrive at the Christian castle they anoint you with oil,Continue reading “#67.8, Wednesday, April 16, 2025”
Category Archives: Serial Fiction
#67.7, Tuesday, April 15, 2025
Historical Setting: 793 C.E. Skåne This fellow rower, Emil, first scoffing at Christians, is now revealing to me a collection of five chism, which are pure white linen squares used in the anointing of oil, symbol of releasing sin just prior to Christian baptism with water. As a Christian from another time, I happenContinue reading “#67.7, Tuesday, April 15, 2025”
#67.6, Thursday April 10, 2025
Historical Setting: 793 C.E. Skåne In a Christian world, when Christianity ruled people with authority even over imagination, any ship that could speed against the wind seeming to move faster than the rowers could dip and pull would be called a holy miracle. But in this new time and place, I call “future,” theseContinue reading “#67.6, Thursday April 10, 2025”
#67.5, Wednesday, April 9, 2025
Historical Setting: 793 C.E. Skåne I am a man with no wealth no trunk or coin, or even a shirt to keep in the trunk that I don’t have. I make myself a rower’s seat — something like a milking stool — a driftwood plank propped with a single vertical cut of a log. Continue reading “#67.5, Wednesday, April 9, 2025”
#67.4, Tuesday, April 8, 2025
Historical Setting: 793 C.E. Skåne Some of these ships are prepared for a journey. I imagine, with the calm winds and the complexities of navigating these inlets more men will surely be needed at the oars. My language doesn’t seem an impediment here. This harbor chatters in a cacophony of languages and I knowContinue reading “#67.4, Tuesday, April 8, 2025”
#67.3, Thursday April 3, 2025
Historical Setting: 793 C.E. Skåne The dark emptiness of grief — She shouts her enticements to my back as I am walking away, inland, maybe, following this river back to its source. She raises her voice, “You’re right. We don’t have any rune for this, and even laying one rune on anotherContinue reading “#67.3, Thursday April 3, 2025”
#67.2, Wednesday, April 2, 2025
Historical Setting: 793 C.E. Skåne I just asked to learn how writing is done so I could know more about this new time and place where I am. And the seiðr brought me on this journey to see markings on stones of stories of mythical gods and pagan heroes. Now I know that writing hereContinue reading “#67.2, Wednesday, April 2, 2025”
#67.1, Tuesday, April 1, 2025
Historical Setting: 793 C.E. Skåne Sjókona is no longer known to me simply by her purpose, seiðr, she is a human being with a name, though not a name given her by loving parents as a birth gift. At least it isn’t a statement of utility; it is a name. But it is a nameContinue reading “#67.1, Tuesday, April 1, 2025”
#66.12, Thursday, March 27, 2025
Historical Setting: 793 C.E. Skåne We are sitting in the open space where a door would be in a house, looking out at the rocks on the sea channel. The wind comes stiff and steady but it brings no ships. “When I was a baby, it was Auld Bjorn who kept me as his ownContinue reading “#66.12, Thursday, March 27, 2025”
#66.11, Wednesday, March 26, 2025
Historical Setting: 793 C.E. Skåne “Sjókona, I can call you by a name now. And is this your home?” “Home?” “Yet you said you haven’t been back here since you were abandoned as an infant.?” “Really, I’ve only been told of this. Some years ago Auld Bjorn brought another infant girl acrossContinue reading “#66.11, Wednesday, March 26, 2025”
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