It happened that Ólaf the farmer had two daughters, Freyja and Bryndís. Freyja grew to be slender and comely and she had many suitors. Bryndís grew to be stout and plain and she had many chores. One of Freyja’s most earnest suitors was Jón. He made excuses to walk to Ólaf’s farm near Þingvellir every… Read more »
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Later she wondered if she’d heard the thump before or after she looked out the window. Not that it mattered—what mattered was she’d heard it. If she’d gone to work, she wouldn’t have heard it, nor would she be gazing out the window now. He was down below, exactly where she’d seen him earlier, legs… Read more »