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Harald Hardrada - Introduction

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Harald Harðráði is a real person who appears in several historical traditions and languages: the Icelandic Heimskringla; the East Slavic T...

Harald Hardrada - Chapter 1: 1015

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   Harald It all started with a woman, because, of course it did. Olof of Sweden had a daughter of marriageable age, Ingegerd. My half-b...

Harald Hardrada - Chapter 2: 1026

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  Harald So there you have it, my two most significant father figures; my half-brother and predecessor as King, and my future father-in-...

Harald Hardrada - Chapter 3: 1030

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  Harald I was but a boy when I left home. I thought I was a man, but I was 15 years old, so what did I know. I lived in Ringerike, the ...

Harald Hardrada - Chapter 4: 1032

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  Tale of Bygone Years While Yaroslav was still at Novgorod, news came to him that the Pechenegs were besieging Kiev. He then collected a ...

Harald Hardrada - Chapter 5: 1034

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  Heimskringla Along the shore the cool shower shoved the black prow of the warship   strongly, and the shielded vessels splendidly ...

Harald Hardrada - Chapter 6: 1043

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   Chronographia The Guardian of the Orphans was banished to the monastery of Monobatae. John was blinded in prison on the orders of M...

Harald Hardrada - Chapter 7: 1046

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  Heimskringla The oaken keel carved westward the climbing water from Garðar. After that all the Svíar aided you, bold land-ruler. ...

Harald Hardrada - Chapter 8: 1047-1053

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   Heimskringla King Haraldr had a market town built east in Oslofjord , and often stayed there, for it was a good place for getting sup...

Harald Hardrada - Chapter 9: 1054

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Tale of Bygone Years Yaroslav, Great Prince of Rus', passed away. While he was yet alive, he admonished his sons with these words: “...

Harald Hardrada - Chapter 10: 1055-1064

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  Harald Once you get a taste for Viking cruises you can’t really kick it. Get together with 50 or so of your best buds, sail someplace ne...

Harald Hardrada - Chapter 11: 1065

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  Harald Arctic noon dusk, on the beach of a calm fjord, two men recite poetry, call and refrain, over the still waters and beneath the lo...
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