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Joan did not understand what she had done wrong, but she heard the strange hardness in her mother's voice and knew that she would be sent back to her own bed if she didn't think of some way to repair the damage. 'That is a question you must ask your father,' she said. Would they name him so, Gudrun wondered, if they had seen his army tear Saxon babes from their mother's arms, swinging them round before they dashed their heads against the reddened stones? Gudrun withdrew her hand from Joan's hair and rolled onto her back. 'Magnus,' people called him now that he was dead. The dark, cruel soldiers of the Frankish Emperor Karolus.

It had been on the lips of the invading soldiers as they pillaged her home and slaughtered her friends and family. Joan did not understand what heathens were, exactly, though she gathered it was something very bad. Then she asked, 'What are heathens?' Her father and brothers had spoken a good deal about heathens before they left. Joan lay quietly while her mother stroked her hair. 'Ah, yes, I forgot, you are a big girl now, aren't you? Four years old! That does sound very grown up.' Gudrun's eyes lit with amusement as she looked at the pudgy baby face. You are a girl, and therefore such matters do not concern you.' Seeing that Joan was not content with that, she added, 'Besides, you are much too young.' 'Matthew and John are boys one day they will be priests like your father.

#Hugin and munin pronunciation full#

The child was always so full of questions.

Your father took them with him on his missionary journey.' Her mother had explained this to her several times, but Joan wanted to hear it again. 'Why did Matthew and John go away?' Joan asked suddenly.