holding a ceremonial mace, at the end of which was a golden imperial eagle, the symbol of royal authority.
‘I, Olaf Anson, and my family also joyfully welcome the imperial envoys to our humble home!’ The jarl’s voice could be heard even from the courtyard of their house. It seemed to Einar that, by speaking so loudly, his father was conveying information to the other warriors. ‘My family and I hope that the honourable legate, his aides and officers, as well as the captain of your ship and his officers, will accept our hospitality and honour us with your presence at today’s feast!’ The jarl welcomed the legionaries with his arms wide open, as if to embrace them, which amongst the Ytrens signified friendship and good intentions. The gesture could also be interpreted differently: “You are my guest; eat and drink at my table as a friend, or turn away now and do not blame me for what happens.”
‘I am immensely grateful for your hospitality, Jarl.’ The legate gave a slight bow, so slight that from a distance one might have thought he hadn’t moved at all. ‘Nor do I dare offend you, so I shall gladly accept your friendship and hospitality.’ It seemed the legionnaire must have had previous dealings with the Ytrens and their customs, for he quickly abandoned the formal tone with which he had begun. He must also have been well aware that the Sea People take the law of hospitality very seriously.
‘Your Excellency, if you’ll allow me, I’d like to introduce my family.’ -Olaf put his right arm round his wife’s waist. ‘This is my beloved wife, Astrid.’ The mother smiled and curtsied with dignity. ‘And these are my sons: Bragi, Kari, Leif, Surt, Einar and Athil.’ The father made a sweeping gesture, pointing to his children. Einar and his brothers bowed as if on cue. ‘The benevolent gods have, so far, blessed us with six sons, and for each of them we give thanks to the heavens every day.’ The lengthy formula, which the jarl always used when introducing his sons, was
