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Finally, I decided to move my feet, mostly to see if I could. I lifted my face out of the sand just enough to see who else was with me. Svein didn't move an inch and just continued to stare at the low white cliff at the beach edge. He still wore his red tunic, but his shoes were each ripping and the man was absolutely covered in sand. I frantically checked my back for my sword, Agatha, and relaxed back, face first, into the sand when I found her. Getting sand all through my beard and moustache, I asked, "What do you think? Should we hunt here or keep moving?"

Svein spoke without looking at me, "I think your hunting party is dead and you have no rights to game on this side of the world."

"Right." I rolled over, sat up and secured and dusted my wet shin guards only to discover that both of my knives were gone. I checked myself for injuries and stood slowly. "I guess this side of the world spews Norman." Exhaustion and dehydration tried to knock me over, but I had felt worse many times before.

Svein rose slowly while maintaining his gaze on the cliff. "These people have spewed Norman since they started sucking milk from their mother's tit." I followed his gaze and realized that there was a boy standing on the cliff.

"Can you still understand it?"

Svein nodded. "I won't speak it. It requires your mouth to shape like a baby wanting his mother tit." He pursed his lips wide, made sucking noises and then launched a spitball into the waves.

"You look naked without your axes and knives. Have you any left?"

"I am naked."

"We should have secured our weapons better."

"Didn't expect the ship to go down."

"How long has the boy been there?" I asked.

Svein turned to me, tilted his head like a dog and shrugged. "Since his mother squatted and dropped him on that very spot." He looked back to the boy and asked pleasantly, "How many stupid questions are you going to ask this time? Would you like to know the date of his birth?"
Svein had been making me feel stupid at any every opportunity since we were small boys and he always tilted his head like that whenever I asked a stupid question.

I punched Svein on the shoulder just as I always had whenever the brute called me stupid. I thought of a better question, "Is he a threat?"

"I awoke over there with the sun and he was watching from there. If he were my son, I'd be proud. Boys are often more dangerous than a grown man and I would wager that boy has been trained for battle." Svein squatted slowly.

My head spun a bit and my lips were dry, so I squatted

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