After a ball game goes wrong in the worst possible way, Viking best friends go on a quest to clear their names. A quest that involves poison vultures, evil priestess witches, kings that can transform into dragons, and stuffed animal cows.

The creature is the teakettler! A creature that just wants to be left alone and if you keep hassling it, it will get really steamed...in that it will shoot a jet of steam at you.

Music:

"Black is the Color" by Podington Bear
“He went away” by Podington Bear
“Voyage to America” by Lance Conrad
“All the Pretty Horses” by Podington Bear
“Poor Wayfaring Stranger” by Podington Bear
“Peter Gray” by Podington Bear
“Dunes” by Podington Bear
"Pxl Cray" by Blue Dot Sessions
“Forecasting” by Podington Bear

Curses

WARNING: As the 14th century writer says, these curses are not fit for Christian mouths. Use at your own peril.

Curse 1:

Here lies Hring,

Gotaland’s king,

The stubbornest man

when in the wrong:

He’ll be the one

To kill his own son,

Beyond belief,

yet on every tongue!

King, beware

Old Busla’s prayer,

Soon it will echo

through the world:

All who hear

Shall live in fear,

And into Hell

your soul be hurled.

Demons will scatter,

All values shatter,

Cliffs will tremble

to their knees:

Storms will batter,

Crash and clatter

Unless with Herraud

you make your peace,

And let my Bosi

live at ease.

Soon I shall dart

Close to your heart

With poison snakes

to gnaw your breast:

Deafen your ears,

Blind you with tears,

Unless you let

my Bosi rest,

Embrace your son

as an honoured guest.

When you set sail

May your rigging fail,

Your rudder-hooks snap

in heavy seas

The sheets will rip

On your sinking ship

Unless with Herraud

you make your peace,

And let my Bosi

live at ease.

When you ride,

I’ll make Your bridle break,

Your horse go lame

at my behest:

Straight from your door

To the demon’s claw!

Unless you

let my Bosi rest,

Embrace your son

as an honoured guest.

You’ll rest no more

Than on burning straw,

Your throne will be

Like a swollen sea;

And what a shame

When you play the game,

When she’s on her back

But you’ve lost the knack:

Would you like some more …

Curse 2:

Sorceresses,

Elves and Trolls,

Goblins and giants

Will burn your halls:

Frost giants fright you

Stallions ride you,

Straws shall sting you,

Tempests bring you

To madness and Hell

If you break my spell.

Curse 3:

Of strangers six

The names are here:

What they might mean

You must make clear:

Solve this riddle,

But if you fail

To satisfy me,

The dogs of Hell

Will tear your body

Bit by bit,

As your soul sinks down

To the burning pit.

‘Interpret these names correctly or all my worst curses will bite you, unless you do as I ask,’ she said.

from Seven Viking Romances (p. 205-8). Penguin Books Ltd. Kindle Edition.