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The Viking’s Tooth
VOLUME 19
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ISBN-10: 1-55404-346-8
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Genre: Young Adult/Mystery
eBook Length: 75 Pages
Published: February 2006



From inside the flap

Meghan and Georgina befriend a boy, Lars Petersen, in their class and find that he’s frustrated, lonely and missing his friends back in Norway. Georgina helps him with his English and Math and discovers that his hobby relates to the history of the Vikings. Through her initiative she gets one of her friends who Meghan helped rescue his prized racehorse in the Bag of Bones Mystery to help Lars in his search for the truth about the Vikings in America. This friend has a sailing vessel and he allow them to sail his yacht up the east coast in search of likely places where Lars Petersen believes are undiscovered landing sites where the Vikings reached New England. This is an adventure both in the present and in the past as we discover and experience the journey that one Viking longboat took in its exploration from Iceland and the search by a modern Viking descendent to prove how masterful the Vikings were in their exploration of the world in the 10th century.

The Viking’s Tooth (Excerpt)


The Viking’s Tooth

The calling of the raven should have been taken as a warning, but Malcolm Kirkson was not the sort of youth who listened to the animals or plants or believed in anyone except himself. He was still fretting over the argument he had with his father. He was old enough to go in the high field and ride their pony. It wasn?t his fault that the stupid animal had stepped on a sharp stone and might be forever lame.

He felt the chill of the night air as it blew in from the sea. There was nothing he hated more than being on sentinel duty. He deserved better than that. He had wanted to sneak away and meet Deirdre MacGregor, the redhead in the village. Now she was a girl who made your eyes burn. She knew that Malcolm Kirkson would soon be a man and could hold his head high in the monthly gathering of the clan and with those who were worried about the invasions that were being reported from near and far.

Those savages from across the sea appeared like magic in the shadows of the night, slipping into a river or bay and then rushing forward with bloodcurdling cries as they attacked and destroyed, looted and ravished villages, cities, towns or hamlets close to the sea. Those ships with their elongated shapes were fast and were guided over the sea as if by a secret force.

He had heard from his father that in some places whole cities had been attacked. These savages with blonde hair and muscled limbs collected in packs. Once it was reported that 50 ships were sighted slipping into a bay to the south. This was why each village had a sentinel watching in case a shadow crept across the moonlight or a sound of an oar indicated that the Vikings had found their home. A warning would allow people to rush inland and escape. At least they could take their prized possessions with them and save their lives, while others could fight off invaders if few in number.

He felt a shiver creep up his back. He should have taken his fleece jacket to keep out the night air. He settled down on a rock that was sheltered from the sea. He?d do his penance as a sentry. Why else would his father make him do this boring and useless duty? Nothing ever came into their small bay.

Not too far away a change in the waves confirmed that a ship was passing over the shoal and entering the estuary of the land that was known as Britain.

The men were standing in this long ship that glided over the waters. It held 40 men, or rather 39 men and a young man. It was the first raid for this boy. He stood tall and proud and fearful as he saw the land appear out of the fog.

This was the land of fog and he had heard many tales from the warriors who came back with wealth and booty. Here was a land that had many towns and villages, but where the people were timid and few showed courage. It was courage that the Viking respected most, yet only when a large city was attacked did these Britains show fight. They fought well according to his father and uncle, but were no match against the prowess of Viking warriors.

His home was in Norway across the sea and this was the first time his father had allowed him to accompany him and his ship on a raid. Raiding was better than staying home and tending their small piece of land. It was hard to eke out a living from the land. It was from the sea that the Viking earned a living. He had already been hardened to the cold and the power of the sea, as he worked with his brothers as fishermen to land their main source of food. But going on a raid was something he had long dreamt about, and something he had been trying to get his father to allow since he turned 17 last spring. He was as big as some of the older men who worked the ship. He soon learned that the wind was a friend and reduced the need for breaking your back rowing. Once the wind filled the sail the ship just danced over the water.

Now the land was coming closer.