"Father," Gudrid said, "when winter is over, my husband and I want to explore this Wine Land.
If Leif Eiriksson could. "One shipwreck is not enough?" The quiet domestic life-spinning yarn, making cheese and skyr, collecting herbs for tea-might have been enough for other young women, but it was not enough for Gudrid, daughter of Thorbjorn of Laugarbrekka.
Her father put down his knife and looked at her, astonished.
She could feel the hush.
Will you lend us your ship?" The room fell dead quiet. "Father," Gudrid said, "when winter is over, my husband and I want to explore this Wine Land