Standing at the highest point above their home, she prayed they’d return this night.
It was three moons since they’d watched the raven sails leave their harbour. Bjørn had come to her, giving her a lingering kiss before leaping aboard the longboat. “Never fear, Frain. We will return when the midnight sun is at its zenith. I’ll be home before my son is born.”
She felt a twinge in her back, a pulling ache in her belly, but still she stared into the midnight sun. In the distance she saw the raven sails at last. The longboats were coming home.