They saw the mountains the next day, seemingly floating above the horizon, white with snow, as serrated as a broken saw and taller than any they had seen in Alba.
"So Greenland has white mountains," Bradan said.
"Green and white land, then." Melcorka watched the Norse flotilla tighten around them as they sailed closer to this new land. Erik waved to them until Frakkok snapped something to him and he turned rapidly away. "Erik is scared of her."
"I"ve never seen a scared Norseman before," Bradan said.
"Nor have I." Melcorka watched the young Norseman as he made minute adjustments to the sail. "Nor have I," she repeated thoughtfully.
They pushed on toward Greenland with the sea calm and the wind light. Patches of mist drifted across the sea, dissipating, reforming, altering Melcorka"s p
