
Okay. I’m a Scandinavian. And, many of my critics say, a particularly mean-spirited and black-hearted one.
I don’t do emotion. (Except, of course — claim my detractors — rage and anger.)
But this brought a bit of moisture even to my eyes.
It’s shocking, really. I’m becoming sentimental in my old age. How would my spiritual mentors — Eric Bloodaxe and Sweyn Forkbeard — respond to such an appalling sign of weakness?
I’d better get back to my usual berzerker apologetics.