Frithiof kommer till Kung Ring (ur Frithiofs saga)
The air in the cavernous hall feels heavy, thick with the scent of damp stone and animal fur. A single, imposing figure breaks the stillness, standing tall against the gloom. He is draped in heavy pelts that catch the flickering light of the torches. To his right, a group of seated figures huddles around a table, their faces partially lost to the deep shadows. The light does not wash over…










