You have raised your son for almost four years now, Ivar the Boneless, King of Kattegat’s son. But you didn’t know that he had received word of this child. And now he was coming the claim him.

Ivar cracked the reigns of his chariot, urging his horse forward. At his back, an army of several hundred men and women, prepared for a fight. His blue eyes narrowed as he and his army neared the village hastily.