Remembrance and Vengeance

by Ravenous Raven

She was the blacksmith's daughter, and she remembered.

She was the daughter of a blacksmith, but never taught his trade. That was for an apprentice. She was for marrying.

But she remembered his work, the pounding, pounding, pounding of his hammer on the anvil. She remembered the smell of his burning beard and flesh.

And she remembered Ragnar Lothbrook, and his sly friend with her hair, and his brother who had attacked her in the shack.

She remembered and she pounded, pounded, pounded the last sword her father had ever held, and as the sword grew stronger with each blow, so did her thirst for vengeance.