Stone Circle the one minute. the soldier's minute.

Sven was a lodbruk and a Gunnar'sson and he would not change that about himself. His father raised him with manners and grace and kindness as did his mother. They had big dreams for their children, but they also wanted them kind and humble. Mannerly. So he fought to offer such grace. It was hard sometimes though. 

The man said the foreign word again. As if it were a breath of a prayer. Something to be admired and loved and important. But Sven didn't know what it was, and his parents had taught him many important things. So if this was as important as all the other things, why did he know nothing of it?

Sven blinked. But is that not bad? You dare not speak for allfather for he is mighty and well the allfather. 

Pink tongue dart out to wet lips. Steel eyes wide in head, a little squeak on the end of words. There could not be such a thing could there? And to havesuch power. This could not be an easy thing, and was it a good thing. He wasn't sure.