The mead hall of King Giuki was filled with the sounds of music and laughter. At his table, the king sat smiling, his horn in his hand and his eyes fixing themselves upon each of his sons in turn.
“What is ailing you girl?” the Queen asked sharply as her daughter dropped her spindle for the fifth time that morning. “You cannot seem to concentrate on your work!”
The sun was low in the sky when sounds of laughter and the galloping of horses filled the air. Gundrun, the daughter of King Giuki, looked up from her spinning and through the open door caught a glimpse of the men returning from the hunt.
The young woman sat alone beneath the shade of a tall fir tree some distance from the castle. She was dressed in fine robes which were embroidered in golden thread and her white neck gleamed with precious stones, but the soft blue eyes were glazed and distant and the pale brow was marred by an uneasy frown.
The trees towered over her, their leaves rustling in hushed tones far above. She looked down at the bow in her hand, and realized that there was a quiver of arrows strapped to her back and a dagger in a golden sheath at her waist.
The young man sat upon the bed of stone, his gaze drinking in the beauty of the maiden who slept at his side. From the auburn curls that fell over her pillow to the slender hands that lay uncurled upon her chest, Brynhild was exquisite.
The treasure of Fafnir the dragon, gleamed in the light of the rising moon and at the cave’s entrance, a grin spread across the old blacksmith’s face. At last the treasure was his. All his. He had done well in plotting the destruction of his brother Fafnir and ensuring the death of Sigurd.
The fleet of ships ploughed through the waves towards the land of the Hundings where King Lygni reigned and at the helm of the swiftest vessel stood the youth Sigurd.
The sun was sinking behind the mountains and in a large cave which was hidden beneath the rocks of a high cliff, something stirred and opened its mouth to yawn.
Dawn had broken over the land of King Alf and a solitary figure on horseback could be seen making its way towards the grasslands. It was a boy, at the threshold of manhood, with the first down upon his chin.
King Alf of Denmark stood in the doorway of his longhouse looking out at the ramparts beyond. It had been many hours since darkness had fallen but the house was not still.
The Asian Development Bank (ADB) and staff failed to comply with their own policies and procedures on Technical Assistance to Samoa – Samoa Government Given Opportunity to implement promised Legislation Changes to address harms in complaint. This is a summary from the group of matai about the Chair’s Board Report on Eligibility of the Compliance Review Panel:
There is no such thing as a sleepy Samoa. While the pace of life in this slice of paradise is certainly slower than other places near and far, there is definitely never a dull moment.
Dear Editor, 50 + years Mata’afa. We all know that’s how long your country has had independence and is still going (just). Let’s take another country with the same scenario. Just its name should make your leaders cringe.
The Police Commissioner, Fuiavailili Egon Keil has finally returned to work following a long suspension and an appearance in court. Now that he’s resumed his position, Sina Filifilia Sevaaetasi hit the streets of Apia asking the question “Is there a need to have changes in the police force?”
Think a Minute…This is a true story about a young Jewish boy named Karl who grew up in Germany.
Samoan youth throughout years have been so well-mannered that there was an unlikelihood of any sort of crime sprouting up.
JUST CURIOUS A friend of BTL was looking through the coaching staff for the Samoa A team that’s in Fiji right now.
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