he yelped. âWhat? Oh. Right. Yes. Ah, I need an apprentice.â
âI need help with the laundry!â bleated Thorhalla, just too late. (See,
I knew
that was what she was thinking.)
My father hid a smile in his beard.
âWell, then, young Sigli,â he said in his kindest voice. âI think if youâd like to stay here and have a try at being our Artificerâs apprentice, that would be very good. Weâll give it the winter, shall we, and see if you suit each other? And if not, then thereâs always laundry.â
Thorhalla scowled, I grinned, Queue looked smug and Sigli â well, Sigli looked as if he really
had
been hit over the head. But in a good way.
Afterwards, we three gathered in Queueâs workshop, where Sigli would be living from now on.
âWe got away with it!â said Sigli, sounding dazed and amazed.
âOf course we did,â said Queue. âBuild up the fire, Apprentice â my old bones are still frozen. Leif, put Sigliâs sleeping furs over there.â
When we had everything to the Artificerâs satisfaction, we flopped down by the fire, too tired to do anything more. There was silence for a while, broken only by the sound of a log shifting or the crack of sap into flame. And then, âItâs too bad we couldnât tell the real truth,â murmured Queue. âThe bards could make up a fine song about us. All about Sigli Quickfingers, the cunning trickster.â
âAnd Queue, the greatest inventor the world has ever known.â said Sigli.
âAnd what about me?â I asked. âWhat would I be in this song?â
âOh, thatâs easy,â the others replied. âYouâd be the hero.â
Leif the Hero
, I thought with a happy smile.
I like the sound of that.
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Leif wants to be a hero, but as the youngest and smallest member of his huge Viking family, heâs never had the chance to shine. Can he finally become a champion at the Midsummer Games?
All he has to do is compete with some fully grown Viking heroes at sports including archery (no problem, with his very special bow from Queue the Artificer) and wrestling (big problem, the other contenders are all twice his size). Oh, and keep the Widow Brownhilde away from his father before he does something stupid like marrying her. And stop his meddlesome granny from cheating. And avoid his gigantic troll-like sister and her list of chores....
Easy.
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