13 September 2015

A Sunday Snippet from Maddie and The Norseman-Time-Travel



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 “I was totally caught up in this story. Time travel is such an unbelievable concept and I often have trouble following it in a story. I thought Tricia McGill wove a colorful tapestry of time travel. One that makes the reader believe it is possible. The characters are so realistic and have such depth to their character. I was drawn to them and wanted to find out if Maddie could ever find Amber and what she would choose to do about Erik. Robyn –Once Upon A Romance

Madeline (Maddie to her friends), an Australian history teacher, travels to York, England, to visit her friend Amber who is working there with a team of archaeologists unearthing Viking relics. They share a passion for the Viking Age, and both studied the Old Norse language.
 
            About to take part in a re-enactment at the Viking village and wearing typical clothes worn by a Viking woman, they are swept back in time to the town of Jorvik, a thriving trading town, as York was in the year 879 AD. Maddie meets Norse trader Erik and is stunned by his uncanny resemblance to the Viking she has been dreaming of.


And here's this week's snippet:
Two knorrs, easily recognised as the wider deeper vessels used by traders and merchants, sat tied up with various ships, alongside a dock made of slatted timbers. The knorrs differed in size and shape from the longboats. The longboats were built for speed and dexterity, whereas the knorrs had an open space where the traders packed their assorted goods. A graceful longboat swayed on its tethers further along the dock. The three smaller boats obviously belonged to fishermen.

“My ship.”

Erik’s announcement startled Maddie, for she and Amber were staring in unbridled disbelief at the sight before them. Of course one of the vessels belonged to him; they’d already established him as a trader. Maddie followed the direction of his pointed finger and once again a sense of disappointment hit her. Apparently the nearest knorr was his vessel—not the longboat, as she’d thought, and hoped.

“It’s beautiful,” Amber said. Many a time they’d argued the merits of a knorr. Amber always favoured the wider, slower ship, arguing that it served its purpose well.

“Not as beautiful as that one.” Maddie pointed along the dock to where about twenty men worked industriously loading the longboat.

Amber nudged her arm. “Oh, Maddie, you always were a sucker for the longships. Isn’t this exciting?” At last her nerves had dissipated, replaced by an almost childlike awe.

“I’ll say. I wonder where that’s heading.” Maddie turned to Erik. He looked annoyed again—Maddie guessed because he couldn’t understand them. It was difficult trying to speak his language all the time. “Where are you going next?” she asked.

“I return to Rouen.” He shrugged. “The marketplace there has many treasures.”
“Such as the precious stones you brought to Ivar?” Erik nodded. “And where do you think the longship will be going?”

He scowled in the direction of the longboat. The busy crew shouted and hustled each other as they worked. “That I do not know. Sigurd lets few men know his intentions.”

“Is he a raider?” she asked. No sooner had the question left her mouth than a very large man, conspicuous by his unruly red hair, strode onto the dock. Erik’s lip curled as he eyed the man, and the crew of the longboat instantly ceased their ribald chatter and knuckled down to their work.

Erik didn’t answer her question. The big red-haired man stood motionless for a moment, then headed their way. When he got to within a few paces Maddie saw that someone had almost cut his face in half. An ugly scar ran from below his left eye, finishing just below his chin. Usually such a hideous wound would draw her sympathy, but instinctively she knew this man would never incite such a sensitive reaction from anyone.
Evil sparked from his eyes as he glowered at Erik and jerked his head. Erik made no move whatsoever. There was little doubt about their enmity. For long moments they glared at each other.

“If looks could kill,” Maddie muttered. Amber tucked herself behind Maddie when the big man seemed to suddenly notice them. His eyes skimmed over them both, then came back to rest on Amber. Her black hair flew about her face and, as if awe-struck, he stared. Often Maddie saw men smitten by her friend’s exotic looks and hair, so wasn’t surprised. What always surprised her was how Amber never realized just how attractive she was.

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