Prepare shields! Raise spears! Unsheathe swords! The gables of Bose the Dark's stronghold are on the horizon,' Vikar Hrutson, jaarl of Viken, shouted to his men.

'It is a serious step you take, Vikar,' Ivar said in an undertone. 'What if you are wrong? What if Bose desires peace with Viken?'

Vikar turned from where he studied the headland with its inlets and rocky islands towards Ivar, his fellow jaarl and co-leader of the felag. His dark green eyes regarded his friend and comrade. 'The time Bose is at peace is when he sleeps. The raid on Rogaland was only the beginning. He has broken the truce and declared war.'

'But will Thorkell agree?' Ivar shifted uneasily. 'It was pure good fortune we had stopped at Rogaland. My sister and her husband could never have withstood the raid alone.'

'It was a victory for the felag, for Viken.'

'It was your sword and shield that brought down Hafdan. He could have been acting alone. He sailed under his own standard.'

'Only one man could have ordered that raid and he still breathes with his lands intact.' Vikar tightened his grip on the railing, and looked towards where the dark walls of the great hall rose from the fjord. 'Bose the Dark ordered that raid, that destruction. Hafdan would never dare draw a breath, let alone attack a Viken jaarl's main hall without his express order. I warned Thorkell that Bose would strike again. It gives me no pleasure to be right.'

Ivar banged his fist against the railing. 'Thorkell should never have spared Bose. What he nearly did to Haakon was unthinkable! He should have known that Bose would not be content in the north.'

'I am not a soothsayer. I have no great insight into the king's mind. Haakon lives and thr