It was spring and the sun reflected in the running stream that went through the hilly countryside.
A boy was looking at the stream. He felt the warmth of spring. He was happy. He walked along the water and once in a while glanced at a hilltop covered with trees.
"I wonder what that hill is hiding," he thought to himself. He had been told that there were many treasures hidden in such hills. He really wanted to go and dig there but he knew that he would be in trouble if the chief discovered it. The peace of the graves was not to be disturbed - it was an unwritten law.
The boy, whose name was Knud*, was a curious 15-year old. He wanted to know everything and did not like things being kept secret.
The village was going on a raid in the near future and Knud hoped that it would soon be his turn to join. He had heard many exciting stories from returning Vikings and he felt ready to go.
But it was all up to the chief. He always chose a few boys before a raid and so far Knud had not been lucky. For now he was to take care of his fatherís farm with the help of some slaves and there was plenty to be done in the village. The fields needed to be prepared and the seeds put in the ground.
Slowly Knud made his way back to the village enjoying the lovely spring weather that met him from all sides.