(the tale written by Runahild)
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And in the pale light of the dawn stood grand the warrior on his horse ready to fulfil his fate...He said his last farewell to the old man and to the realm, and he rode for his retunr...
In the darkness of the night without moon, only the blazes in the wind led the wanderer on his path...when finally were seen the shadows of the great mountains and were heard the melody of the forest..but Heimar walked over the ashes of his village...sadness took him while he remembered the old glorious legends about his ancestors..he decided to go in the middle of the mountains to stand in the night admiring the beauty of the sky with countless stars...he recited some poems in the honor of the warriors dead for their land... when suddenly a voice from the dark screamed:
"who is here? who dare to enter out domain?"
firstly surprised, Heimar answered with pride:
"I am Heimar Herjansson, son of Thorsson! these lands are mine!! now, tell me who you are!"
"Heimar? I am thodalv, do you remember me?"
"Yes, I am so glad to hear your voice!!I thought you dead when I saw that the village disappeared....where are the other?"
Many torches enlightenned then and Heimar could see the faces of his folk at the pale light of the blazes...
Thodalv said then:
"We came here where no one dare to enter thanks to the magic of the woman in the wood...W e came to stay safe until your return my king for I knew you would come back! All your warriors waited for you, their swords are sharpen and ready to war they are!It is under your banner that the people of Galdrheim will rise once again!
I am old now and my last wish is to die in bravery side by side with the son of my bloodbrother..it is the last thing I can do to honor the memory of Thorsson!!!
My king, shall the old pride and strenght raise with the light of Sol!"
On these words, Thodalv took his sword and swore his loyalty to Heimar...
then spoke the son of Thorsson:
"People of Galdrheim, too many years of darkness have passed over our dear land!but I can already see the iron shining under the sky of the new danw and I can see in your eyes the blazes of your pure heathen hearts!
In the ninth travel of Sol, our army will ride to victory or Valhalla!!
My brothers, it is time to come out from shadows and to take back our rights!!"
"Well spoken my king" said Thodalv
And the whole people screamed:
" Hail Heimar Herjansson!!!"
"Tomorrow we shall celebrate your return my friend!!may the Mead and the beer flow in our horn"
and this was Langmar, the friend of Heimar since their childhood...
It was around the old oak of Kriegerswald that Heimar and his folk fested... some sacrifices were done to the Gods of War...and by the blood, the soil and the Mead, Heimar and Langmar became bloodbrothers!
As the fire burnt, the sacred Mead trained the whole people into a dance with the spirits of nature..all joined the ceremony, but in the hear of Heimar came a melody that seemed to be only heard by him...without trying to resist, he followed it...walking on the deep darkness of the night in the middle of the wood, his soul only by the melody of Runes was led...until the light of a golden maiden let him see again...
The woman came to him holding a horn, and Heimar drunk in it as she invites him...and she told him magic words...
"As you drink in my horn, may my words bewitch you and may the Runes be with you..
As you drink, I bless you with the rune Ansuz, may she bring you the power of words that will give courage to your warriors when you will speak to them...
As you drink, I bless you with the rune Lagu, may she bring you protection on Midgard and up high...
As you drink, I bless you with the rune Uruz, may she bring you the primal strenght...
ALU Heimar Herjansson!!!"
This night witnessed the union of Heimar and Siegerune by the love, the Runes and the Mead....
