Life in Fylgja is not easy and not long. A child is born, named, and raised to work. A boy learns the axe, the oar, the plow. A girl learns the loom, the keys, the herbs. Both learn that honor is everything — and that death is always near.
The world is divided into jarls, karls, and thralls. Above them all sits fate — and the gods, who are silent. Below them all lies the land — and the spirits, who are not.
This is how a life is lived, from first breath to final mound.
