She had watched him return home after battle, victorious and content but yet his bloodied and scarred torso told a different story. Oh how she wished to be at his side within every battle with the thought that if he should die in battle he would not die alone. Weeks had now passed and she knew time was off the essence as she rested her head upon his chest every night and she was becoming weary and restless of not wielding her shield, sword and bow out on the battlefield for she was his shield warrior and so needed to be by his side

He watched every morning preparing him a hearty breakfast just before she would bathe and dress his wounds as best she could. Her soft gentle hands tracing the lines of scars of times gone by. He knew she was a good woman a good mother and a good wife but completely fearless with a sword in her hand and would die at a moments notice if it meant that he should live.

The days were drawing near where he would leave her again. Set off onto those vast oceans and yet he knew how badly she yearned to stand by his side once again and make love in the wilderness of a another triumphant battle. The night before the longboats left adorned with their huge dragon head carvings she would deceive the man she loved so dearly amd get him so drunk that once he fell asleep he would not...