The god-king Ivar, with the help of his crutch, stood in the hall of Stáli, King of Piteå in Sweden. Ivar had come for an alliance and for the hand of Stáli’s beautiful daughter.

“I believe we can benefit one another, King Stáli. A king should have allies, should he not?” Ivar asks the Swedish king, though his blue eyes are trained upon Stáli’s daughter who sits beside her father quietly.