Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Chapter 117 of my still unnamed Space Viking saga

"Okay Gunnr, read it back to me," Fram asked like an youngling asking a parent to read them a story.

"Fram. You really should learn to read and write on your own."

"Pish! I read and write modern. I never got the hang of this old stuff." Fram replied with an amazing lack of annoyance. "C'mon. Read it back. I want to make sure it's perfect!"

"Fram." It took only one word to convey her annoyance. "You'll never learn if you don't try."

"Uh... My helmet's fogging up! I can't see it clearly." It would have been a good excuse had it been true. But Gunnr didn't have a clear view of the front side of his vacc suit, so...

"Okay. Fine." she said, the annoyance giving way to acceptance. There was no way Fram was going to get on with life until this was over. "It reads, 'In the year of the city twenty-three seven-hundred eighty-five, Fram Steinfríðrson had this stone erected in memory of himself, because he was so awesome.'"

"Does it really say 'awesome'?" he asked, "That sounds a little conceited."

"And erecting a rune-stone on an asteroid doesn't make you seem full of yourself, Fram." she said with mock seriousness. "Besides, it actually translates as 'fantastic.'"

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