7th of Shendon, 44 AE
Then the Eldjotnar seiðmenn told my father “Obey the Emperor! We care not for your traditions. Execute the Fremmen or you will all die.”
My father stood tall and proud, though the Eldjotnar stood a head taller. He said. “I am no coward! When the Fremmen return I will honor the traditions of our fathers."
At that moment the doors of the hall flew open. The Fremmen came in bearing the severed head of the dragon, Hoarfrost. They threw it down before the feet of the Eldjotnar.
Enraged the seiðmenn bellowed “This will be war Erland!”
Generosity he said. Their emperor would give us our lives if we turned over the Fremmen.
My father knew that the Fremmen could stand against the Eldjotnar. It would be an honor die in battle against one of them. Lothul would surely grant him a place among the heroic dead. The giants tried to stop the fight, he reached out a hand and grabbed at my father. With one swift stroke he lopped severed it the wrist.