
Ulfhildr
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On blustery nights, fast abed in our halls We rejoice that outside, the jarring waves, And cruel rocks may yet keep the raiding-parties distant. We know if we fall unarmed into their hands We will be no less loot than the boar-helms or rings That they take from the slain. -from Ulfhildr On an unnamed coastline, hidden in the mists of history, a woman is confronted with her husband's death in battle, drawing on her courage and cunning to secure the safety of herself and her young son and to lead her kingdom into war. But in this brutal society, where life is cheap, she is the only person who ca...
On blustery nights, fast abed in our halls We rejoice that outside, the jarring waves, And cruel rocks may yet keep the raiding-parties distant. We know if we fall unarmed into their hands We will be no less loot than the boar-helms or rings That they take from the slain. -from Ulfhildr On an unnamed coastline, hidden in the mists of history, a woman is confronted with her husband's death in battle, drawing on her courage and cunning to secure the safety of herself and her young son and to lead her kingdom into war. But in this brutal society, where life is cheap, she is the only person who can decide when she has gone too far. Betrayed by adversaries within and without, Queen Ulfhildr proclaims a defiant manifesto in this narrative poem about power and responsibility. Ulfhildr is an epic poem in 3 parts, written (approximately) in Anglo-Saxon meter. Featuring a heroine as post-tragic as she is powerful-as daring as she is doomed-in a poetic tour de force told with ruthless economy, this book will prompt deep questions concerning leadership, love, and fate.