=== Viking raid ===
 
With a soft crackling sound, the keel of the dragon ship slid over the gravel of the beach with the last strokes of the oars, days long was the journey, and the crew, hungry for plunder of any kind, swung over the deck railing in full battle gear, some of them pulled the ship ashore as far as they could, while the rest took up a defensive position, and after it was secured, they took cover by a nearby hill. Hilda, the leader of this raid, had to quietly but firmly exert all her authority to restrain her comrades-in-arms, and not simply charge at the small settlement, which was revealed by a small plume of smoke on the horizon. It was only a small bunch, about twenty in number, but Glod Halvdansdöttir, the priestess of Logi, the all-consuming, had bathed them in the smoke of the eternal flame and cast a spell on them, they felt invincible and in them all burned the blazing ravenous hunger.
Their arrival had probably not yet been noticed, so Hilda sent two of her most experienced warriors ahead, Gudrun and Hylva, who took off their heavy armor and crept carefully and quietly under cover of the dense vegetation towards the large stone building and the smaller houses with reed roofs erected around it. The impatient bunch waited for half an hour until the cry of an owl was heard, the appointed sign. What appeared then from the undergrowth nearly knocked them all over. Gudrun and Hylva's boots dug deep into the sand as they stomped cheerfully toward them with huge bellies, each visibly containing several people kicking back and forth. The news they brought back from their reconnaissance and brief interrogation of one of their 'prisoners' almost made the troop cheer, had Hilda not quieted the mostly young and inexperienced warrior women. The settlement was an abbey, and absolutely unarmed. The only thing they could have done for protection was to entrench themselves in the monastery until help arrived from elsewhere. This had to be prevented.
Quick-witted, the two scouts had stripped the devoured and had brought their clothes. Half a dozen figures dressed in monk's robes, with hoods pulled over their heads, walked openly toward the abbey, while the others crept up to the settlement from all sides. No sooner had the disguised ones disappeared inside the building than the others let out a loud war cry that startled those outside the monastery walls. Leaving everything behind, they hurried toward the great gate, and when all were gathered inside, and they thought only the noisy Viking women were outside, they tried to close it, but suddenly six of them pulled off their robes, and the monks who tried to operate the gate bolt were devoured in one piece, until finally the door closed from the inside behind the invaders, and all were trapped together in the building. What followed was an unstoppable slaughter, one by one the monks, about a hundred in number, disappeared into the maws of the marauders, the few who managed to escape through the small back door finally found themselves, along with the half-digested remains of their former fellow monks, in the stomachs of Gudrun and Hylva standing guard there.
It took less than a quarter of an hour for the noise of the fracas to subside, giving way to a permeating grumble from nearly two dozen bellies filled to bursting. Now that the greed for meat was satisfied, there was still the thirst for gold and silver to quench. There was nothing of real value in the monks' cells, but the altar treasure was made of heavy gold plate, and the abbot's treasure chest was filled to the brim with silver coins. They quickly gathered everything else of value, drove the cattle to the ship, and plundered the other stocks as well, so that they would have something to eat on the voyage home.
With a heavy draft and full sails, the dragon ship made its way back east, while on the horizon behind it the black plumes of smoke from the flaming monastery rose into the sky to honor Logi.