ODINS BIRD

Chapter One
Could this dock be any longer thought young Finn as he sprinted over the wooden planks towards the end of the old wharf. Finnur Tullson was running for his life. Hot on his heals were four of the meanest boys in the small fishing community of Kopervik. And he was not about to let them catch him. A rock flew passed his head as he mustered the last of his energy to leap on to the side of the departing boat. Come back here you filthy maggot he heard as he clambered over the side and on to the deck of the small trading vessel. You lads best not be throwing rocks at my ship here yelled out the Captain as he observed the odd goings on. Finn gave a sigh of relief to have an as unsuspecting ally in this affair but knew he would have some explaining to do. And you, young master. What gives you the gaul to jump aboard the The Skald part of your daily tomfoolery demanded the Captain as the knorr crept away from the wharf and out into the fjord. Begging your deepest pardon Captain Timgrinn pleaded Finn, by the guidance of my father Tull Thorson, I request passage away from this place on your fair ship. I have a grievance in Kopervick that will not be easily resolved and need to gain passage to your next port in the Shetlands where my Mothers brother lives. I am hence exiled. Ahh, so you are Tulls son said Timgrinn softening a little. Exile from this little fjord may not be the end of your life young man. There is a grand world out there waiting to be discovered by the likes of you. Though the distant Shetlands are quite removed from the affairs of men they offer a rugged beauty that may do you good. Very well, we cannot toss you overboard now but you will earn your

keep on this voyage and will not get in the way of the crew. Understood young Finn? I am at your bidding and mercy Captain replied Finn earnestly. He was 13 years old and knew his way around a boat so would contribute what he could during the 200 mile crossing of the North Sea. For now just get you safely out of the way said Timgrinn. All right then...ALL OARS OUT LADS, UNFURL SAILweve a sailors breeze to capture this morn. Nobody saw the two large black birds that seemed to be watching the proceedings, hidden amongst the shadows of the tall fir tree.

The Skald made its way further out into the narrow bay and Finn looked back for his last glimpse of home. The reddish-orange clouds of the early morning offset the dark canopy of evergreens crawling up the steep slopes of the inlet and the calm waters mirrored the colorful sky. The ice of the glacier sitting majestically above the fjord seemed to glow, reflecting the dawns sunlight. It had been a beautiful place to grow up thought Finn, with forests to run through and the sheltered waters of the bay to swim and fish in. Finn knew he would never return here and perhaps never see his family again. The year was 1190, six years into the reign of King Sverre Sigurdson of Norway though such things mattered little to the young boy.
As the ship left the safety of the inlet to make its way south around the large island of Karmay, Finn found some time to regain his composure and collect his thoughts. The previous day had been a blur and had changed his life forever. It had all started out innocently enough, just another day at play in the woods near his home. After his chores had been completed, Finn had set out alone to hike up to his favorite place to sit and think. The craggy rock outcrop overlooked the fjord and offered a commanding view of the surrounding area. There he could sit and dream of adventures to come and new lands to see. Though a friendly enough young lad, Finn often sought solitude amongst the trees as he found it easier to enter the fantasy world he conjured in his head. There he could sit

quietly and watch the birds and other animals come and go. He would often bring small scraps of food to share with the ravens that would land nearby and hop over and take them right from his hand. Of all the animals in the forest, Finn liked the ravens the best. They were easily the most amusing, possessing an almost human like desire to play. He could watch their aerial acrobatics for hours and he once saw one raven pass a feather to another in mid flight, while flying on its back. Surely this was unusual for he had seen no other bird do this. From his own perch on his rock Finn could watch the ravens torment a dog tied in the yard of a nearby homestead. The birds would take turns distracting the poor beast while the other stole its food. But on that day, Finns empathy for the ravens would lead him directly into trouble and help determine his fate forever. As he sat on the rock that afternoon pondering a trip up to the glacier, he heard a commotion down in the woods below him. Some of the older boys of the village were also out and about it would seem. Lets see if we can hit one of them Finn heard Snorri Sveinson bellow to his comrades. I never liked them damn birds anyways, always taking my dogs food. This will teach them. The sound of a rock hitting a tree, followed by a hoarse caaaw echoed up to where Finn listened attentively. Two black silhouettes flew into the air as he rose to his feet quietly, grabbing a small rock of his own. Two can play this game thought Finn as he cocked his own throwing arm. From where he was standing he had a clear shot at Snorri but he didnt really want to hurt anyone, just dissuade them from their current amusement. So Finn aimed and let loose with his rock and as it sailed towards Snorris head he wished he hadnt had aimed that close. Finn had perhaps the best throw of all the boys in the village; he almost never missed a mark. He had tried to send the rock past Snorris head to hit the tree trunk directly behind him. But fate intervened that afternoon and the jagged stone found the top of Snorris head, toppling the burly youth and drawing blood.

Oh shite exclaimed Finn to himself as he tried to duck and crouch on the outcrop, to no avail. Snorri, what the.look up there, its that Tullson kid cried Breggi Larson. He did this, lets get him. Three of the remaining boys started making their way up the hill towards Finn while one stayed behind with their fallen companion. Finn knew he had to escape, and quickly for these boys already held no affection for him. He had had run-ins with this group before and it had never turned out well for him. He leapt off the rock and sought the shelter of the trees where he may have a chance of eluding his pursuers. Finn was slim of build but fast for his age and he would need all of his speed for this as well as some good luck. He could hear the older boys gaining on him as he sped his way through the dense underbrush of the forest. He was going to have to find a hiding place. As he maneuvered his way around tree after tree an idea popped into Finns frantic mind. Long ago he had fashioned a unique hiding spot to help him evade his fathers eye during chore-time. This might just work now so he changed course and headed down the slope towards his home. Come back here coward he heard Breggi yell. Youre gonna get whats coming to you this time Tullson. Finn knew that he meant it; the boys would be more than happy to exact their revenge upon him. He hoped he was getting closer to the place; now just where was that old hollowed out log? As he rounded one last tree he spotted it. He had come across the fallen tree trunk a few summers back and had discovered that he could almost climb inside it. He had further hollowed out the rot and insects inside and placed an old cow-hide scrap inside for comfort in case he needed to stay put while his father looked fruitlessly for him. For the final touch he had found a piece of another nearby deadfall that would cover the opening rendering him all but invisible. His father had never once found him

there. But would he be able to fit inside now? There was only one way to find out. Finn raced to the old log and slid to his knees; time was of the essence now. If one of the boys spotted him his old hiding place would become his undoing. He removed the cover piece and began wiggling his way inside, praying for once that he had not grown too much. Luck was with him then as he was just able to squeeze in this one last time and as he pulled the cover to further conceal himself, the boys roared into the clearing. OK Tullson, be prepared for.what the hollered an enraged Breggi. He should be right here. He must of gone off that way and with that the group headed off again into the woods. Finn held his breath as the boys headed off in the wrong direction. The ruse had worked but just barely. Had he gotten stuck he would have been an easy target for their merciless kicks and perhaps worse. He knew those boys all carried sharp hunting knives and there was no telling how mad they really were. After 10 minutes had passed, Finn was satisfied that they were truly gone and slowly wriggled out of the log. As he drew a fresh breath of air and squinted in the daylight he noticed two ravens perched in the boughs above him. They seemed to be studying him curiously and one gave a great, hoarse craaw as they both took flight and disappeared over the trees. Finn had returned home after the days events to find that his ordeal was not over, perhaps it was just beginning. It seemed that Snorri had not yet woken up from his injury and had needed to be carried home by his very furious father. He was breathing but showed no signs of regaining consciousness and had lost a fair amount of blood as well. I might suggest that you have explaining to do young man declared Finns father. Tull was not an imposing man physically but he possessed a penetrating gaze that could look right through you, or rather, right into you. It was impossible to lie to his father Finn had

learned over the years, it was like he could read your thoughts plainly on your face. Father, I meant no true ill pleaded Finn, you must believe me. I was merely trying to stop those boys from hurting the ravens. Finn, I do believe you replied Tull. I know that had you intended malice towards those boys you would have dreamed up something more elaborate than hurling a stone. But what I believe may not matter much here. Snorris father is on the warpath and demanding both of our heads. This may just prove to be a turning point in your young life my son. Even if Snorri is not as gravely injured as it would appear now, those young ruffian friends of his will make your life Hell for the next few years. That is not how I intend you to spend these important years where experience will mould the man inside you. I will not have you forever looking over your shoulder and jumping at shadows when valuable lessons are at hand. Your mother and I have discussed this at length and have arrived at what may be a workable alternative. Your mother has a brother that lives on the far-away Shetland Islands to the west. So you see Finn, you have an uncle that may just take you in and raise you to manhood. Now, Camlach is an, er interesting man but I know you will learn well from him. But Father interrupted Finn I am not ready for such a change. I.. Ready or not Finn replied Tull firmly you are about to face perhaps the greatest challenge of your young life so I suggest you do it with the finest grace you can muster. You are a fine young man Finnur and I believe in you. You can do this thing and turn this days misfortune into a new beginning. There is a ship in port departing for the west upon the morrow and I want you on it. Timgrinn is a good man and Ive known him these

many years. He will ensure your passage west but give him the respect hes due. And I expect you to earn your keep. Finn was crestfallen but offered no further resistance. As you wish Father said Finn solemnly. Perhaps this is the beginning of the great adventure you have always dreamed of Finn suggested Tull reassuringly. Come here son, I have a few things for you. That all seemed like months ago thought Finn as he became familiar with the movements of the ship upon the water. He reached to his side where his fathers hunting knife now rested reassuringly on his belt. Finn had followed his father into the small room where Tull did his personal thinking and writings. Tull had then given him a small belt pouch containing a few coins, a rolled scroll that he was told to give to his uncle Camlach and then finally his father had produced his finest knife to offer to Finn. Finn had spent a fretful night hidden away in the barn as his mother and father fended off the angry parents of the other boys. At daybreak he had made his way down silently to the waterfront with mixed feelings of excitement and despair swirling about inside him. If only he had not stopped to speak with old-man Olaf those damned boys would never have spotted him. Nonetheless, Finn was now an impromptu member of The Skalds crew and embarking on the greatest adventure of his life; willing or not. The ship soon left the safety of the fjord entirely and Finn lost sight of Kopervick for good. The open ocean and destiny awaited.

Chapter Two
Finn was horribly ill. Some Viking he was making he thought as he tried without avail to conceal his sea sickness from Timgrinns crew. Finn had lived his whole life next to the sea but The Skald was now five days from port and he was experiencing the open ocean for the first time. It was not so much the size of each wave that rattled him but rather the relentless consistency of them. Yer turnin a wee bit green about your gills Finn observed a scruffy but affable crew-member named Skiff. Ye might as well let loose of it and get it over with. Ye can always have some more chow and start over agin. Skiff, I dont mean to sound like a land-lubber but are these waves always so rough asked an honestly naive Finn. Ah, these calm waters will be leaving us shortly young master Finn. Then the real waves of the crossing will welcome us offered Skiff pleasantly. But dont let that get yer knickers in a twist, the bigger waves are actually easier ta ride out, less choppy you see? Thanks Skiff responded Finn skeptically. Even in some of the bigger storms the waters of the fjord back at Kopervick rarely got this unruly. And I thought I was some kind of sailor darting about on old man Olafs fishing boat. Ah, tis but yer maiden voyage upon the Great Mother Sea Finn said Skiff, not wanting his young charge to lose hope. Timgrinn had found his most personable crew member to attend to young Finn on this passage. Ye know, it may just not be natural fer us to be out here at all. Sos theres no wonderin that oftentime we may misplace our, um, stability if yer knows what I means. It often takes many a time out upon the Great Mother to gain yer, um, footing. Im not sure how many more outings Ill be able to make Skiff Finn said. Im not even sure about this one.

Yerll be fine Finn said Skiff confidently. An old trick is to look up at the sky fer a spell every now and then. Try that fer a bit and Ill be back to check on you after I tend to my chores. Now mind them knots, thatll help too. Indeed, after a few minutes Finn found that concentrating, but not too hard, on the great pile of rope in front him helped his stomach to settle somewhat. Old man Olaf had taught him almost every knot there was back at home so he went to work mending the ships rigging. Following Skiffs advice, Finn would occasionally break from his task and just gaze upwards for a period of time. The autumn sky in the North Sea was truly a spectacle; the colors of the late afternoon were as vivid as any Finn could recollect. There must be something to this seafaring he mused silently to himself as he took in the scene, to draw theses men away from their homes and the relative safety of land, this odd feeling must be part of the reward at least. Skiff.I need help with one of these knots lied Finn in an attempt to ask his friend a question of a different nature. Auch came the gruff but not cruel response from somewhere afore decks. Just er minute young Finn. When Skiff had ambled over to the rather imposing pile of ropes Finn burst out; Skiff, I am sorry, the ropes are fine but I need to ask you something. Hmmm, I see. I think muttered a confused Skiff. All right, what might that be then young Finn? Well, I just had the oddest feeling while I was gazing upwards toward the sky. It was not a feeling of isolation out here alone upon the sea but rather a feeling of being with the sea. Sort of like feeling at peace, like somehow being out here made all the troubles of home disappear one by one. Skiff, I do believe I feel.untouchable?

Ahh, I see youve met your first embrace with the Great Mother. Her spell has begun to take hold of you. I always thought meself that getting green gills like you did a bit back is like saying good bye to yer land-self and opening up to the sea. Yes feeling now what every seaman worth his weight in salt feels at the first. And then he chases that feeling foolishly fer the rest o his life. There is no greater lady than the sea Finn and when she chooses to seduce ye tis hard te resist her. Yer follow? I believe I just may Skiff. Thanks. Could I bother you with one last question and Ill be back about my ropes? Just one more lad What drove you to be a seaman in the first place Skiff? Auch. Water under many a bridge that was sos I reckon I can tell ye. When I was a much younger man, bit older than yes maybe, I had me a trouble in me home on the Orkneys. Nae far from the Shetlands where were headed now. Anyways, seems one of the blokes in town chose to get too friendly with me sister Molly and I thought Id best set things right. Well, er, things got a might nasty and the bloke suffered a grave wound in his head somehows and me pap said I best be leavin the place ifen I knew what was good fer me. He said something about facing me new life with grace er some such sos I wound up living as a seaman. Yer follow? Finn smiled, feeling a rare camaraderie with this man. Skiff, I follow exactly. You are a good man to talk to the likes of me. I got to know hows to read people over the years Finn said Skiff smiling slightly and yer have something about yer that makes me feel like talking to ye. Now back ter work lad! Finn went back to his task of mending the ropes. It was a job he didnt mind doing, one of those menial tasks that is satisfying in some way and one where you can allow your mind to wander if you

know what you are doing. And Finns mind tended to wander if the situation arose, as it did now. His thoughts were drifting about from memories of home to what lay ahead on this, his great adventure. And then one time as he gazed upwards in deep thought he spied two black, soaring silhouettes outlined against the steel grey clouds. They spiraled closer, in perfect unison, to draw close to the ship and alight together on the highest tip of the main mast. Finn shook his head; these two new arrivals looked remarkably like the ravens he had helped escape the torments of Snorri and his gang. Finn had long ago learned to identify individual ravens by the way they ruffle their throat feathers upon claiming a new perch. And the one he had come to call Caeg always displayed in a certain manner, the one he was witnessing now. But this simply could not be. The ravens of his forest would not be this far out to sea, and why would they fly to this particular ship? What was going on here? Finn had a quick idea; he had fed these ravens on many an occasion so he scurried over to the galley and asked Lars the ships cook for a scrap. Bringing his dripping, raw bounty back to his work area he looked up at the ravens on the mast and made a coarse caaw sound of his own. The ravens had never taken their eyes off Finn and immediately glided down to perch upon the pile of Finns ropes. Caeg made a loud demanding croak and hopped one step closer, beak open. Finn tossed the scrap to the audacious bird. The large raven easily caught the prize in its bill and hopped back to its partner; offering up the raw meat as a great gift. The partner nonchalantly gobbled down the morsel and looked questioningly at Caeg as if saying Is that all? Finn had long suspected that the boisterous Caeg was the male raven and the other was the female and had called her Ceem. Finn now saw that the animated Caeg perhaps was not the ruler of the roost as it had once appeared! Caeg bounded back towards Finn and stared directly at one of his pockets, the one that contained some salted jerky Finn had kept as a treat for himself. Finn, amazed, surrendered his snack and again tossed it towards the bird. This time Caeg caught it, easily tore it in two and gulped down one piece himself before again offering the remainder to Ceem. Seemingly satisfied, the birds took flight and

embraced the winds in a game of aerial tag; leaving Finn to ponder these events as he noticed that his workload was not getting any less. Apparently the strange event had caught someones eye. Ive only seen birds behave so strangely once before came a deep, raspy voice, catching Finns attention. And that was a long, long time ago when I was a lad myself. Finn turned to face a crew member he had not yet acquainted himself with as the man was quiet and had kept to himself thus far. Finn knew he was a fletcher, a crafter of arrows and projectiles that Timgrinns crew used to defend The Skald in times of conflict. He was a small man and wore a dark tunic with hood drawn to mask his face and Finn noticed that he moved with a slight limp. I am called Domnall the man proclaimed and those birds behaved as if they knew you somehow young Master Finn. Sir, they just might answered Finn cautiously; this fellow unnerved him. Though I am bewildered yet, I believe I know these ravens from the forest of my home. But I cannot explain their presence here and now. I see said Domnall suspiciously. He moved a little closer to Finn and removed his hood revealing a rather unpleasant face, scarred and slightly misshapen. Seeing Finns slight discomfort Domnall cleared his throat Ah, yes. When I was young I had the misfortune to have hot pitch spill upon me to leave me somewhat.unappealing to most. Afterwards I learned how to craft a fine arrow from a local master near my home in the woods north of Oslo and sought the solitude of that profession. It has served me well enough I suppose. But back to your birds persisted the small man. As I have said young Finn, I have seen the likes of this but once before. I shall share this tale with you and know that I have not spoken of it to another soul in many a good year. Finn found himself warming to the man somewhat, his odd appearance and jagged voice belied the eloquence of a story teller of old.

It was autumn, I remember, with the trees of the forest beginning preparations for their long winter slumber. There was a cool chill upon the air and clouds of grey painted the sky. I was frolicking in the woods about the town as young lads are wont to do, presumably looking for kindling. A stranger had arrived in the town previous day. An odd fellow he was, a traveler from some unknown land it seemed. He was old and grey-bearded and wore the most unique garment; a mottled cloak of varying hues of grey and flecked with black. The cloak seemed to change subtly as the man moved, which he did with a grace few men of age possess. He wore an outlandish hat with a fine feather in it, held fast by a grey leather band. But the strangest part of the mans appearance by far was this; at his waist affixed to his belt he possessed a grey steel ring with a collection of various bird feathers attached to it. A most peculiar adornment wouldnt you say young Finn? Finn nodded, rapt with the tale being woven for him by his strange new acquaintance. I had watched the man stroll about town upon his arrival, unable to avert my eyes from him. But that day in the woods I chanced upon him sitting in a clearing amidst the thick stand of trees, apparently in a trance of some nature. He had prepared a small fire in front of where he sat and was chanting unknown sounds in deep low voice. I crouched low behind a large rock with hopes to remain undetected. I felt not fear exactly but certainly a bemusement of sorts. The Grey Man, as I had begun to call him, then pulled a handful of powder from a small pouch inside his cloak and tossed it upon the fire. A most incredible billow of smoke then issued up from the flames, the grey wisps soaring up above the Grey Man while slowly assuming the vague shape of what appeared to be an owl that then in turn took flight upwards towards the heavens. Astounded, I wondered what kind of parlor trick this could be and for whose benefit and for what purpose, all the while trying to preserve my concealment. A moment later the still of the forest was broken by the high pitched shrill of a bird and from the darkness of the woods came the

phantom shape of a great grey owl that promptly landed with ethereal grace on the forest floor in front of the stranger. The Grey Man smiled, reached into yet another pocket and tossed what appeared to be a small field mouse to the bird, which graciously gobbled it up in one bite. The Grey Man stood and held out his arm muttering something apparently to the owl as it hopped up to perch upon his arm. The stranger turned away and began to make his way into the dense woods. To the bird so willingly perched upon his forearm, I heard him say Good to see you again my old friend, it would appear that we have some work to do. And the small fire extinguished itself somehow, almost obediently, as the Grey Man disappeared from my view. Being young I wanted to share my tale with anyone who would listen and I soon learned that my Father was not one of them. He told me to keep my whimsy to myself lest I be ridiculed by the town folk. And young Master Finn, I have kept my silence till now. You see, I had half expected that raven to jump upon your arm as I watched you with them. I am most curious, naturally. Finn was at a rare loss for words. Surely this tale was some childhood fantasy of this man and yet he had been very amazed at the ravens behavior mere minutes before. Sir, um, Domnall, I am at a lack of words to respond to both your great tale and the ravens behavior Finn sputtered, I simply do not know what to say. Did you ever see the old man again, the grey Man Finn asked anxiously. No Finn, never again. I had all but forgotten the long ago memory till this incident replied Domnall. But know you this, our village back then had been harassed by a band of brigands not brave enough to go a vikingr and after the appearance of the Grey Man those ruffians were not heard from nor seen again. I have no explanation other than coincidence but I have always suspected something more.

Dom, Finn cried a seldom anxious Timgrinn, It is nigh on nightfall and I have neither rigging nor arrows. The two of you make a most unexpected disappointment! Aye Captain responded Domnall grimly, you shall have your arrows and I assure you Finn here has accomplished rigging enough for this day Aye then Dom said Timgrinn marginally placated. Finn get you below decks for some rest and Dom, a word with you in my quarters if you please. As the two men walked off Finn retreated below decks to his small sleeping quarters which amounted to a pile of old leather sacks he had arranged. He had a great deal to think about this eve and found sleep a long time in coming. ________ The fire was at its smoldering best. It is in the deepest coals, the very root and heart of the fire that the true meanings are subtly revealed if one knows when and how to look. While Angus McNabb rested his weary bones alone by his fire as he had done so often before, he saw a new bird soaring in the rich amber of the coals. A bird of foreboding black with the fury of a Northern God was a flight it seemed. But this one was yet a fledgling. He would need guidance. Angus shifted his worn grey cloak and peered even more deeply into the fading embers; Ah, a ship I see. Hmm; the Skald. Very well then. Let it begin.

Chapter Three
The Shetlands were drawing close Finn learned a few days later. Though no true seaman yet, Finn had faired well on his voyage across the North Sea. He was now however, beginning to feel somewhat anxious as he had never before set foot in a new land and this would mark his first encounter with his Uncle Camlach. The ravens had been absent since that extraordinary afternoon and in the days that passed Finn had all but forgotten about them, his thoughts now wrapped around the Shetland Islands. Domnall had avoided him since that day as well. Skiff had been his only true companion and Finn was grateful to the rugged seaman for his conversation. An idea crept into Finns mind late one afternoon when his daily tasks were nearly completed. He had been curious about the scroll his father had given him that night but had the distinct feeling that he was not supposed to look at it. The scroll was intended for his uncles eyes after all. But here he was, an untouchable seaman in charge of his own destiny so why shouldnt he look at it. Suitably convinced, Finn went below decks and retrieved the scroll. He then found a comfortable place at the bow of the ship and opened the message. He was surprised to find that the scroll had been written not by his father but by his mothers graceful hand. Finn eagerly started to read: Dearest Camlach

It is at this time that I call upon our peoples time-honored traditions of kinship and request a great task of you. The young man presenting this to you is my son Finnur, and he has befallen dire times here at home in Norway. He is a good lad, curious and eager to learn about the world and its

wonders. He is hard working and obedient; if a bit too creative at times and I believe you will find him a splendid companion. Yes, dear brother, I must ask you to foster your nephew and guide him towards manhood these next few years. Tull believes his troubles here would impede his development and that he would be in constant danger. Tull and I believe that you will teach him proudly and equip him with experiences enough to face the world on his own. But Camlach, Tull and I must insist that you do not share your involvement in The Order with Finn. Tull believes than Finns future lies in scholarly pursuits or the like and should not be tempted with your lore. Please send word to us when you may. And take care of my son, brother, and of yourself. Love Caetlyn
Finn felt a pang of sorrow at reading his mothers words. Maybe he wasnt so untouchable he mused, even far out at sea. But Finn was also puzzled by what he had read and was now even more curious about his uncle. The Order, what could that possibly be? Something to do with the church perhaps, but then why would his parents be so set against him knowing about that? Maybe it was some form of secret society that his uncle was involved with? It would seem that Finn now had something new to occupy his thoughts as his sea voyage drew to a close. There was little time for deep thought over the next few days as The Skald encountered squall upon squall as it drew near the islands. All hands were kept busy keeping the ship stable and affecting repairs as needed. Finn briefly revisited his earlier bout with sea sickness as the ship navigated the tumultuous waters around the Shetlands. Once again he questioned his abilities as a seaman.

The stormy seas were common as one approached the Shetland Islands. The Isles were part of the divide between the North Sea to the east and the great North Atlantic to the west and were subject to the occasional fierce battering from either body of water. The Shetlands lay some 100 miles to the north of Scotland; the rugged outcroppings of rock that composed the Islands were the most isolated regions of Europe save for the tiny Faeroe Islands and Iceland to the far northwest. Remote as they were, the Islands had been populated since 3000 B.C. by people called the Picts and Vikings from Norway had raided and then colonized the Shetlands in the 9th century naming it Hjaltland. The Shetlands were under the rule of King Sverre of Finns homeland of Norway. To Finn, however, The Islands remained a place of mystery and he would have to start thinking of them as his new home. This was no easy concept for a young man to grasp even under normal circumstances, with ones parents guidance and support to help ease the transition. But Finn was alone, with only a crew of surly seaman as family. He was slowly overcoming his uneasiness at meeting his uncle as he realized that Camlach was now his only family. Then a new thought came to mind: his uncle did not even know he was coming. Finn did not know if his uncle would even be home, or for that matter where his uncle exactly lived. Finns Father had told him that Camlach lived near a small village called Scalloway, a days journey west from the main port of Lerwick where The Skald was to dock. He also had said that Camlach, well, stood-out, so to speak and should not be that hard to find. This all gave little reassurance to Finn and he began to feel very alone again. Hows yer doin young Finn came Skiffs familiar voice at a most welcome time. Its lookin a bit like yer thoughts are drowning in yer head. Skiff replied Finn, you do have the knack of knowing when Im troubled. And I thank you for that. What seems to be getting yer knickers in a twist now questioned Skiff gently. You have all but made yer first sea voyage; we should

see the Shetlands ere night falls. Yes should be proud o yerself young seaman. Its not that Skiff. Its more the land that I worry about now Eh? Hows can that be. Dont worry Finn; Captain Timgrinns not about te let The Skald blunder head first into the rocks, despite these fell waters. No, I dont mean it like that Skiff. I am now worried about what happens to me when I actually do set foot upon the Shetland shores. Now that the excitement of the crossing is drawing near, I have no idea how the rest of my..adventure is going to play out. I mean, I dont even know my uncle, or how to find him even. And Skiff, what if he doesnt like me? Auch, young Finn. Yer uncle is kin and Island folks take matters o kin ta heart, yer see? Even if yer uncle doesnt like ye, and I cannot see that being the case, he is duty bound to ye by the laws o kinship and to yer mother. Do you see Finn? Yes, but what if.., what if I dont like him? Auch, that one yer gonna have to work out fer yerself lad replied Skiff chuckling. Now, keep yerself busy for the next while and well be in Lerwick befores yer know it. All right Skiff Finn said, feeling a little better about the whole situation. Once again I owe you my thanks. Auch, nothin ter it Finn and Skiff was off to prepare for the upcoming docking. Land was sighted a few hours later and it would seem Finns sea voyage was drawing to a close. It would soon be time to begin acquainting himself with his new home land and to seek out his enigmatic Uncle Camlach.

Chapter Four
Lerwick was not much bigger than Kopervick Finn saw as The Skald sailed into the rocky bay that sheltered the main port of the Shetlands. What struck Finn first was the relative absence of trees compared with the dense stands of spruce of the fjord back home. Lerwick itself was a ramshackle collection of buildings clinging to the rugged rock. But Finn also sensed a simple, rough beauty to the place as well, more mysterious than barren he concluded. Finn made his way to where Captain Timgrinn was commanding his ship, barking out various orders to the crew as The Skald approached the wharves. Begging your pardon Captain Finn interrupted, I have something to tell you and to give you. Young Finn replied Timgrinn cannot you see I am otherwise engaged just now I am sorry sir, but it will just take a moment Very well then, but be quick about it. Ive not come 200 miles just to run ashores now. Finn reached into his pocket and took a few of the copper coins his father had given him, offering them to Timgrinn. For my passage Captain Timgrinn. Timgrinn smiled briefly and waved them away. Young Finn, I believe you have more than earned your passage on The Skald. The riggings have never been so well tended I dare say. Those coppers will serve you better in the Shetlands. Put them away son. Finn smiled back, Thank you Captain. I have but one last request; will you send news of my arrival in the Shetlands and my tidings to my parents when next you dock in Kopervick?

I will do so Finn, and I will tell them that you have become a fine young seaman as well. Now get your gear together and prepare for docking. Yes sir replied Finn and turned to go retrieve his modest personal effects. And Finn said Timgrinn loudly. Aye, Captain? If ever you should need passage upon the Skald again you need not stow away. Consider yourself an honorary crew member. Well met young man. Thank you Captain Finn replied sincerely, I may just take you up on that offer one day.

The Skald pulled alongside one of the piers with ease under the expert guidance of Timgrinn and the crew now became busy tying up the ship and unloading the miscellaneous cargo. As Finn made his way to leave the ship he caught the swiftest glimpse of Domnall and he could swear that the strange man gave him a knowing, calculated nod. Determined, Finn climbed off the deck and set foot upon a wooden wharf again for the first time in nearly two weeks. Last time he was on a dock such as this he was running for his life, now he was walking towards it Finn thought philosophically.
Now, just one thing left to do before embarking onto the next leg of his adventure. Finn spotted Skiff handling a cumbersome keg of some sort and made his way over to him. Skiff, it seems we must part ways now said Finn reluctantly and with not a small amount of emotion. Auch, young Master Finn of the North Seas said Skiff with a playful grin across his face. I have this feelin that Ill be seein the likes of ye again one day. Lookin forward te that I is.

I would like to thank you, Skiff, for helping me through this experience. I only wish I could convince you to come with me now. Why it might be a fun adventure with ye lad but what if yers uncle didnt like me! Skiff said and roared with laughter. No Finn, this is yer own personal journey lad and Im sure yes will meet it with what was it me father said; auch yes, with grace. Finn could not help but embrace the burly seaman in an honest show of friendship. Goodbye, my friend. I hope our paths will cross again in the future. With a small tear in his eye Finn turned and made his way up the dock towards the Shetland mainland. As he strode off he heard Skiffs deep voice behind him, Remember the Great Mother Seas embrace young Finn and Ill see ye upon The Skald once again. Finnur Tullson grinned as he made his way down the wharf and set foot upon a new land for the first time in his life. Everything seemed just a little different here on the Shetlands. The air smelled different, the scenery was certainly different but it seemed to Finn that even the sounds seemed different. The winds certainly whirled about here more than the sheltered fjord back home and Finn supposed that the abundance of rock and lack of trees may be playing tricks with his ears. And he if he looked hard enough far up into the distant hillsides, Finn thought that he could see dark silhouettes of large rocks standing upright on their own. This truly was a strange land. However, Finn felt lighthearted as he looked around the streets of Lerwick. His parting with Timgrinn and Skiff had been a good one and it was reassuring to know he was welcome upon The Skald should he ever need to venture to sea again. Still, Finn knew he had to devise a strategy of some kind to set about finding his uncle. He supposed that he should inquire as to the whereabouts and directions to Scalloway as a start. So Finn began walking the dusty streets of Lerwick in search of a likely place to find some information. It was late afternoon in the Shetlands and the streets were thinning out a little, with a few people still bustling about to and from the docks. No

one paid Finn any heed. He made his way about the town and decided that finding an inn of some sort would be the best choice as he could likely find the information he needed and possibly bed down for the night as well. As Finn rounded a corner he thought he saw a shadowed figure looking his way, just out of the corner of his eye. He dared not turn to stare so he feigned tripping over a cobble and fell clumsily to the ground, catching a better glimpse of the man watching him. Finn was now definitely sure he had captured the mans attention because for some reason for the man was looking directly his way. His brief glimpse had revealed a man dressed in most unusual garb; a dark rust- colored cloak with an unusual brimmed hat of the same color. Finn had no time to dwell upon this as he felt he may be in some danger so he got up and continued on his way, for all appearances never having noticed a thing. He could sense the man slowly turning and following him and the feeling sent shivers down his spine. What could anyone possibly want with him, he had only just got here thought Finn frantically. He now had the need to flee, to run away from this odd new threat. So Finn gathered his courage and his speed and sprinted down a dimly lit alley way in hopes to evade his pursuer. He jumped over crate upon crate strewn about the lane and ran head first into a group of neer do wells playing a game of dice. Finn tripped over one of them and landed right in the middle of their game, disrupting it completely. Finn suspected this was not what he needed just now. He was right, of course as one of the motley group stood up and proclaimed astutely Hey Skinner, this bloke here has gone wrecked my best toss o the day. I was going to win me coins all back on that one Maybe you can get some coins outta him Deck, he looks like hell give them up easy enough said a soiled figure Finn took to be Skinner. Perhaps he should have taken his chances back home with Snorri and crew. Do thugs have to be everywhere Finn wondered as he rose to his feet and reached for his Fathers hunting knife?

As the two ruffians advanced towards Finn a sharp cracking sound echoed through the alley and was followed by a rust colored smoke cloud the likes Finn had never seen before. As the smoke cleared Finn saw one of the gang pinned to the alley wall with an extraordinary rust colored blade wielded by the mysterious figure that Finn had fled from. If you are fond of that misshapen lump you call and ear said Finns unlikely ally, Id cut your losses here at dice before I cut the offending protuberance from my sight. Now be gone alley scum. The scurvy bunch needed no more persuading and sped off down the dingy alley. The stranger then turned toward Finn and somehow he now wished the gang had not run off. The man advanced gingerly towards him, gave a deft flick of the rust colored sword sending Finns knife into the air. Catching it nonchalantly with his free hand the man said tersely And you, young scallywag, must be my young sea faring nephew. Then a broad grin appeared on the mans formerly harsh face. Finn stood staring at the man, utterly dumbfounded. The man tossed Finns knife into the air end over end with a certain finesse, caught it easily and handed it back to Finn. A fine blade, one of Tulls best if I recall. Now, young chap, are you going to greet your uncle or remain standing there agog till night falls? Finn stuttered something resembling Uncle Camlach? He was completely bewildered at how this stranger could be his uncle, or how he could come to be in this alley or be in Lerwick for that matter. Camlach Mac Connell at your service said his uncle taking a deep, fluid bow. Now tell me how my dear sister fares these long days passed since last we spoke.

Um, mother is fine said Finn, recovering slightly. I have a message to you from her that I was to present to you when I, uh, found you. Find me you have nephew replied Camlach with a sly look. Theres time for messages later, let us get out of this underbelly of an alley and into a nice warm inn. Come with me lad and well get you freshened up, you smell as if youve been at sea for two weeks. That sounds very good Uncle Camlach Finn said still unsure of this turn of events. But, sir, if I could ask just one question. Yes Finn, but do call me Cam as I suspect the grand title of Uncle Camlach will get tiresome to the both of us. Now, a question you say? Yes Uncle, how could you possibly have known who I was or that I was coming to the Shetlands? Camlach smiled wryly and said Finnur Tullson, let us just say that a little bird told me. He winked at Finn and then turned to leave the alley.

Chapter Five
Camlach led Finn to a drab yet comfortable inn called the Sunken Anchor that he apparently frequented often when in Lerwick. The thought of a warm meal and a bed suddenly appealed greatly to Finn. He had been aboard The Skald for nearly two weeks and even his last night back home was spent in a barn so the modest accommodations offered by The Anchor seemed like luxury. Uncle Camlach said Finn as they entered the inn I have so many questions for you. And I for you replied Camlach but first let us get a room and more importantly, some ales. Then we shall talk young nephew. Ales questioned Finn, but my father has never let me try ale before. Finn, you will learn repeatedly that I am not your father exclaimed Camlach with yet another grin. After a hard days work a man deserves a good ale wouldnt you say? I suppose said Finn weakly, not seeing any connection between the two. Camlach purchased a room for them for the night and waltzed in to the noisy tavern to return moments later with a frothy flagon of amber fluid and two questionably clean mugs. They made their way up the creaky stairs and found the room. Inside Finn saw two substandard beds and little else but it looked like a palace to him just then. Get comfortable lad and we shall toast to a family reunion said Camlach happily. Then well look into that message and answer our questions, eh? Finn flopped onto the bed and could already envision his first good sleep in many a day. Camlach went to the small table and went

about pouring them each some ale. He pulled up two rickety chairs and motioned for Finn to come and join him. Come lad said Camlach, come have a pull of some good Island ale. Finn reluctantly got off the uncomfortable yet heavenly bed and joined his uncle. Camlach handed him a mug and the two sat down together. Not the most glorious setting for a meeting such as this said Camlach raising his mug, but it shall serve. Now young Finn, slangevah! Finn, uncertain, hoisted his mug to his uncles with a dull thud and took a big mouthful of the ale. And promptly spit it out. Camlach roared with laughter and almost lost his mouthful as well. There we go lad he laughed. Graceful as goats we two are! Uncle said Finn after recovering, this is terrible stuff. An acquired taste perhaps said Camlach still chuckling, and we will work on its acquisition with proper diligence. Now take a smaller pull this time But what about the message asked Finn anxiously. Finn, you have the attention span of a sparrow said Camlach impatiently. Tend to your ale lad! Let it help ease you to the place of relaxation you so need. I dont see how this sour stuff will help me relax but Ill try some more said Finn. They sat in relative silence while Camlach drank from his mug and watched Finn attempting to do the same. After Finn had made it halfway through his mug Camlach topped them both up again. There, can you feel it lad?

Feel what Uncle? Why, the spirit of course exclaimed Camlach enthusiastically. Its like a warm glow spreading through your body or perhaps a slight tingling sensation. Damn it Finn, doesnt it make you feel just plain old good? I am sorry Uncle said a confused Finn, perhaps this stuff doesnt work on me. Finn stood to get up from the small table and proceeded to trip over his own feet and crashed none too gracefully to the floor. Camlach again roared with laughter and rose to help Finn back into his chair. I suspect this stuff, as you so eloquently put it, might just have an affect on you after all young lad. Excellent said Camlach gently. Finn would normally have been horribly embarrassed for being so clumsy but he now found himself struggling to contain a grin. To no avail, Finn burst out laughing and was joined by a seemingly satisfied Camlach. There lad, now just sit back and enjoy yourself for awhile and we shall chat. I find that a little ale can sometimes elevate a conversation to new heights. Or new depths at times, eh Uncle said Finn suddenly feeling very clever but sporting a silly grin that spread from ear to ear. Ha! I do believe you are getting the hang of this Finn. And I do believe that the rest of the ale is for me as you learn to handle what youve just consumed. Now lets see about this message from my dear sister. Move slowly Finn, slowly. Finn made his way awkwardly over to his bed and took the scroll from his travel sack. Now, you have read this of course stated Camlach. On the ship one day, I couldnt help myself said Finn sheepishly.

Its all right Finn, I would have too. Camlach unrolled the scroll and leaned back to read it while Finn eased slowly back into his seat. He was not sure of this new feeling he was experiencing and might not call it relaxing but it certainly seemed to make things appear amusing. Finn studied Camlachs face as his uncle absorbed the contents of the message, seeing Camlach smile, then furrow his brow, then smile once more. By the time Camlach was done reading Finn was about to burst with anticipation as to his uncles response. Uncle exclaimed Finn, what do you think of the message. One moment young Finn said Camlach and grabbed the flagon itself and downed the remnants of the ale. Give me but a moment to digest and ponder this information and we shall continue. Finn watched curiously as Camlach pulled a small bag from another of the pouches inside his cloak and produced a handsomely carved, long-stemmed pipe. He then grabbed a pinch of some dried-up, brown grass, stuffing it into the bowl of the pipe and picked up a small grey stone which he scraped against the edge of the bowl of the pipe. This somehow seemed to ignite the grass. Camlach again leaned back and put the pipe to his lips, drawing upon the stem. Finns eyes lit up as Camlach then proceeded to blow a ring of smoke from his mouth. Uncle Camlach questioned Finn again what is it youre doing now exactly? Smoking Finn, smoking my thinking pipe replied Camlach. For I must think for a moment you see. Finn sat back in his own chair and let his uncle think. He noticed that his own thoughts were swirling about a little too freely to form any concrete ideas so he just began to relax. Perhaps this awful drink did have its benefits after all. After several minutes and smoke rings had passed Camlach drew himself back up to the table.

All right Finn he said answer me this first. Of what manner was this trouble you brought upon yourself? Uncle, I truly meant no harm that day said Finn pleadingly. I merely wanted to stop those boys from throwing rocks at the ravens, I swear. Sounds a noble enough venture to me offered Camlach. So what happened? Well I figured that since ravens cannot throw rocks back in defense, I thought that I would, um, help out a little. I see, so you must have smote one of the thugs with a well placed toss then, I suspect. I only meant to hit the tree behind Snorri, just to distract them while the birds flew away. Snorri, sounds like a charming lad. All right Finn, that seems to make sense. Your mother says you are a good young chap and of course I would agree. But are you really prepared to live with me for, it seems, a number of years? Uncle, I am prepared for none of this. Hmmm, yes of course. Well met Finn. I can see you have not chosen this direction with purpose. Well Finn, rest easy. Duty bound or no, I am honored to serve as your guardian for as long as you deem it necessary and I will do my best to assist in your journey towards manhood and independence. But, young lad, I daresay life with me may be somewhat removed from your norm. Ive had a feeling that may be the case sir said Finn, intending no disrespect. Indeed laughed Camlach. Well, I suppose as your newly appointed guardian I should provide some food for you.

But Uncle asked Finn, what is this Order my mother refers to? And I still need to know how you knew I was here and Finn, you need some food first to calm your thoughts and refine your questioning. Let me see to supper. Camlach stood and patted Finn on the back and then slipped out of the room. Finn sat there feeling rather dazed and found that his eyelids were getting heavy. Camlach returned a few minutes later with some steaming bowls of stew and bread, a feast for kings thought Finn. He wasted no time in helping himself as he found he was absolutely famished. Camlach watched him eat, feeling a little pleased with himself at providing for his nephew. As Finn quickly consumed his meal Camlach slid over his bowl towards Finn. Clearly you need this more than I Finn said Camlach. Uncle, I dont mean to be a glutton but resisted Finn mildly. Camlach just gestured towards the bowl so Finn carried on. Before long Finns eyes had all but closed as all his adventures slowly caught up to him. Camlach watched Finns head droop to the table. Rest well young Finn whispered Camlach as he lifted his nephew out of his chair and brought him over to the bed. Then he turned his attention back to the letter that lay waiting on the table.

Chapter Six
Finn awoke feeling like he was once again aboard the Skald yet he realized that should be impossible. There was no steady and now familiar rocking motion of the ship but his head was rocking nonetheless. He carefully glanced around the room and then the rhythmic sound of his Uncles snoring caught his ear. Ah, yes. the Sunken Anchor. And yes, the port of Lerwick. And, of course, the ale. He admitted to himself; perhaps a little too much ale. Finn forced himself out of the questionable yet welcome comfort of the little cot and glanced over at the table where he and his Uncle had begun acquainting themselves the past night. The freshly written parchment that lay thereupon fast became his first point of interest of the morning. With all the stealth he could muster with his thudding head, Finn made his way over to the letter that Camlach must have written after he retired rather ingloriously for the evening. Seeing that his Uncles competent snoring showed no signs of losing momentum, Finn allowed curiosity to once again augment his bravery and sat down at the table. Then he proceeded to reread his mothers letter once again. Finn bellowed a presumably sleeping Camlach sitting bolt upright on the edge of the bed you do seem to have developed a penchant for reading other peoples missives! But Uncle, I thought you were asleep? replied Finn sheepishly. Old trick, the snoring. Over the years it deterred many a brigand from slitting my throat while sleeping on the roadsides. Oh exclaimed Finn, uncertain but I was only just about to reread Mothers letter to you. As a preamble to reading my letter no doubt replied Camlach, now stretching away the evenings rest. Read on Finn. You and I are soon to share little secrecy.. in the years to come.

Do you mean that Uncle exclaimed Finn excitedly. As I said Finn; read on said Cam with the look of a man who had made an important and sound decision. Finn reviewed his mothers words needlessly, for they were forever in his mind as her heart was forever within his own. So he turned his attention to Camlachs words as his Uncle busied himself preparing for the day. Caetlyn

Please rest easy dear sister as I have had the fortune of having young Finn find me here in Lerwick, not long after disembarking from the Skald. You have a fine lad Caet, a very fine lad. In our very brief time together I see in Finn already an honest integrity that will yield an exemplary man. Though slightly daunted by the task of guiding him these next years, I am honor-bound to do your bidding. Tull is right, as always. Finn needs not the distractions of his peers angry grief to deter his development. I shall do right by Finn and by you my sister. I will not willingly share with Finn my history with the Order but I must needs say this dear sister; Finn is a curious lad. Boundlessly curious indeed, I sense. Fate will guide him now as much as I. But I shall be there behind him through all I can. Be well my sister and mayhap we can all unite happily soon. Camlach
Finn drew a long breath and stood up from the table and looked directly at Cam.

Camlach, buckling on his sword belt, glanced over and said somewhat sternly Best not let your head swell yet young man, we have many a mile and road to travel and I wouldnt want you to prove me wrong prematurely but allowed a small grin to slip free. Yes sir, I mean no, sir. I mean Cam stammered an excited Finn. One of his greatest fears had been alleviated for the time as it looked like he would go on to live with his somewhat mysterious Uncle Camlach. He was not on his own anymore. Now said Camlach getting on with business let us away from the Anchor and indeed Lerwick and acquaint ourselves further upon the road. Gather your gear Finn and we can be off before most folk rise and become curious. Finn went about collecting his modest belongings with an air of adventure setting upon him. This was even more exciting than preparing for a trip up to the glacier back home as he had done so many times before. This was the unknown. The kind of thing a young boy leaving childhood behind thrives upon. So the two unlikely companions set out from the room and went downstairs to leave the Anchor behind. As Cam settled the note for the room Finn noticed a large disheveled figure looming unsteadily near the exit. Cam turned away from the inn keep and proclaimed happily All right lad, let us be on our Mac Connell the figure by the door bellowed. Camlach swiftly looked towards the door. Then smoothly said Ahhh. Doane, of course. How did you fare at the table last night then? The man stepped forward and said Mac Connell, thatll be the last time you cheat me and the last time I let you slip away.

Doane, let me make this perfectly clear to you. I neither cheated nor slipped away on you at our last game. Your own regular overindulgence has led you to believe both to be true. There you go again with your fancy words bird-man. No more talk. Outside with me now yelled the visibly angry man. Has that ever yielded a good result for you in the past Martin? said Camlach now aware of Finns growing discomfort. I have just received my good nephew from Norway and we wish to be on our way. Finn wished to be on their way very soon. This man stood a full head taller than his Uncle and was very broad about him. Doane grabbed Cam and pushed him through the doorway of the Anchor following quickly behind with raised fists. Finn feared for his Uncle and went out directly after. He saw Cam roll and rise to his feet with the ease of acrobat. Martin, you are as devoid of character as you are bereft of charisma. Here is a bag of coppers if youll drop your grievance for now. Well settle the rest later, yes as Cam tossed a small pouch on the ground in front of Doane. Too late Mac Connell and Doane threw a fierce blow that Finn would have sworn would knock down a horse. But as Finn was about to close his eyes to avoid the result he was certain he saw Camlach close his own eyes. Then seemingly disappear below Doanes crushing strike. Finn could not believe his own eyes. Having only just found his Uncle he was sure that Cam would succumb to this attack but he had never seen anyone move so fast. Ever. Camlach sidestepped the much larger Doane and delivered a piercing blow to the side of his head, dropping the larger man in an instant. Camlach stood up and away, brushing off the dirt from the street and threw a nervous Finn a confident wink. Relax young Finn. This kind

of thing may happen from time to time. You just always have to be prepared, for fellows like Doane never show up conveniently. But Uncle exclaimed Finn, visibly shaken why didnt you draw your sword on him? He is much bigger than you. Finn, Mister Doane here was unarmed. To draw my blade upon an unarmed man over a mere wager would tarnish the image I have tailored carefully over the years. You see? Not entirely Uncle. That man seemed angry enough to tear your arm off, or worse. Why worry about your image when so threatened? Finn, you will learn as you grow older that men like Martin are far too common, unfortunately. They are quick to anger and give little time to consider any consequences their brash actions may invite. Take your friends in the alley when first we met last night. Of the same stock maybe eh? They cared little what may happen when they set upon you and they were lucky to only receive a little fright from me. And Finn, Ill wager that one day soon you may be teaching a lesson or two. I dont know Uncle. The more I see of the world the more bullies I come across. I dont feel Ill be teaching any lessons soon. Come Finn, cheer up. Therell be many good folk to meet throughout your life. Id wager Doanes bag of coppers there that you met an interesting fellow or two upon the Skald, no? Well, yes, I suppose said Finn thinking of Skiff and of course Captain Timgrinn. Uncle Cam, are you just going to leave those coins for him? Of course, Finn. That will make him feel even more foolish. And likely more dangerous, so we best stay away from Lerwick for a while. So let us be off. It is a glorious morning waiting to embrace us both.

With that the two companions left the Anchor and Doane behind and made their way towards the deserted streets of the small village port. Neither saw the grey shadowed figure off in the alley who had watched the incident. And now made to follow as Cam and Finn set off. As they passed the many stone houses of the town, signs of folks rising for the day became evident, both sounds and smells. Finn realized that he was suddenly hungry again. Uncle, I am getting a little hungry. Should we not break our fast before we leave the town? Cam, Finn. Please call me Cam. There are many small brooks that offer up a fine fish on our way to Scalloway. Well soon have us a fine mornings catch but first let us leave the confines of fair Lerwick said a slightly impatient Camlach. Finn complied and matched his Uncles stride as the two began to ascend a steep rise at the edge of town. Soon the port of Lerwick lay behind them and Finn saw a beautiful vista as the rise gave way to sheer cliffs dropping steeply to the sea below. He suddenly became aware of birds, thousands of birds teeming in the clear morning sky as the sound of the surf thundered against the rocky shore. Behold the majesty of the Shetlands Finn exclaimed Camlach excitedly. These fine birds are gannets that gather here to breed after traveling farther than you or I ever will. Watch how they fly with elegance and majesty, capturing the wind as surely as we take a breath of air. Truly, the greatest of creatures, as close to God as the sky will allow wouldnt you say Finn? Finn, rapt with the sight, agreed quickly I do agree with you Cam. I have always followed the flight of the birds with admiration but I have never seen so many at once. And then Finn also caught his first glimpse of the open ocean since turning away from the Skald. The very sea that had brought him here so far from home. After so many days staring out at the endless horizon Finn had thought he would never want to gaze upon it again. But now, here with Cam on this brilliant morning, he found himself imagining what his mother

and father were doing now back home in Kopervick across those open waters. Camlach looked at Finn in his reverie and let the lad have his moment. And as Finn reluctantly turned away he could have sworn he caught a glimpse of two familiar silhouettes in the morning sky but he knew that Caeg and Ceem could not be soaring amongst the shorebirds. There was no way possible for them to have journeyed to Shetland as well. Was there? Finn did not have long to ponder this for soon after Camlach produced a small leather armguard out of his pack and strapped it to his left forearm. He smiled at a now perplexed Finn then turned towards a small copse of trees nearby and whistled a shrill call. Alighting from the tallest tree, the sleek and graceful form of a red hawk made its way swiftly towards them. The great bird seemed to be carrying something in its sharp talons, a catch of some sort perhaps. The bird continued closer and to Finns surprise landed familiarly upon Cams outstretched arm. Greetings Huntly my good chap, please do say hello to young Finn here said Cam as he worked the strange object from the birds grasp. Finn saw Cam fasten to his belt what seemed to be a copper ring holding many different kinds of bird feathers. There. That feels more complete. Well say hello to Huntly Finn, the little bird who told me of your arrival of course. Bewildered, Finn managed a weak Hello and gazed briefly back to the rising sun and the glorious wind dance of the birds in the morning sky. Cam smiled again and casually reached into his cloak pocket and produced a small mouse for Huntly.