Ulfhildr

On blustery nights, fast abed in our halls

We rejoice that outside, the jarring waves,

And cruel rocks may yet keep the raiding-parties distant.

We know if we fall unarmed into their hands

We will be no less loot than the boar-helms or rings

That they take from the slain.

-from Ulfhildr

On an unnamed coastline, hidden in the mists of history, a woman is confronted with her husband's death in battle, drawing on her courage and cunning to secure the safety of herself and her young son and to lead he...