Realizing the boy his wife had borne was not his but Malcolm’s, Thorfinn the Black again put to sea.  His remaining years were spent on the farthest outpost of The Orkney’s, or aboard his longboat on excursions of folly in the Hebrides or Iceland, or further west. 

At long last the god’s took him.  On an October night on the familiar North Sea with his battle-axe raised high in the air, Thor struck him solid with a thunderbolt and the sea serpent swallowed the boat whole.  The Valkyries would find no more worthy a warrior that day and immediately plucked him up from the depths to Valhalla.

Upon learning of Thorfinn’s death, Ingibiorg and Malcolm mourned as was fitting – they did both love him dearly in spite of it all – and then they joined together.&...

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