4 Kvederf tried to heed the last words of his father. He worked hard to keep the farm running and to be an honorable man. He was also known for the kindness and generosity he bestowed upon the men in his employ, and they were very fond of him, except for one. Thorvold Thorolfson was granted land by Kvederf, and Thorvold believed he had been slighted. He often whined to his friends, “My land is poor, it is small, nothing grows upon it. It is obvious that Kvederf is displeased with me and thinks he can punish me in this way. Well, I won’t stand for that, I am a faithful bondes and I deserve a much bigger, grander plot”. Thorvold was far too cowardly to dare say this to Kvederf, so instead he bided his time, waiting for his chance.
5 Kvederf was known for his respected reputation all around Stad and even beyond, to South More. However, upon nights when the drink was in him he was still known to allow his temper get the best of him, and there was many a morning he awoke to find he had done something he regretted the night before. One such night in the middle of winter Kvederf and all of his men were in Kvederf’s hall drinking and eating, with much laughter and merriment. Thorvold decided that this was his opportunity to right the wrongs done upon him. Thorvold approached Kvederf and said to him “Good evening sir, I hope you are enjoying the feast. I wouldn’t bother you, except for Eirik. I overheard Eirik talking and he said that your esteemed father was a liar and a thief, that this land and everything on it is not rightfully owned, and that your father was a coward and you are a coward and would never dare confront him. I wouldn’t say anything but it just seems so wrong, for him to be enjoying your good hospitality and loyalty, only to speak these words against you”. In a more alert frame of mind Kvederf, who was usually a rather clever man, would have questioned Thorvold’s story, as Eirik was one of his most loyal men, and he knew Thorvold was not. Tonight however, Kvederf felt a fury rise in him, and filled with rage he went to confront Eirik. “So you think you can eat my food and drink my wine, then disparage me and my good father behind my back?” Kvederf snarled at Eirik, and before receiving a reply struck him. Eirik, enraged drew his axe, as did Kvederf. They began to fight viciously, with allies on both sides joining in the fray. As filled with anger and drink that he was, Kvederf, attempting to hit Eirik missed and struck a serving boy, killing him instantly. The fighting stopped as everyone present became aware that Kvederf committed a murder.
6 Kvederf and his family now had to leave Stad, and all of their holdings behind, as they fled the murder Kvederf had done. As Kvederf was still readying to go Thorvold approached him. “I will look after your farm”, he said “It is not right that someone else come and run it into the ground while your formerly faithful men stand idly by. You can trust me”. Kvederf said simply “I appreciate the offer. I trust you, thank you”. With that Kvederf, his wife and many children, their belongings, and a few men that remained faithful left South More, and headed to Iceland.
7 Kvederf landed on Iceland, and quickly found good arable land that he could claim as his own. For the men who followed he gave them similar plots, and so they all settled in to their new land.
5 Kvederf was known for his respected reputation all around Stad and even beyond, to South More. However, upon nights when the drink was in him he was still known to allow his temper get the best of him, and there was many a morning he awoke to find he had done something he regretted the night before. One such night in the middle of winter Kvederf and all of his men were in Kvederf’s hall drinking and eating, with much laughter and merriment. Thorvold decided that this was his opportunity to right the wrongs done upon him. Thorvold approached Kvederf and said to him “Good evening sir, I hope you are enjoying the feast. I wouldn’t bother you, except for Eirik. I overheard Eirik talking and he said that your esteemed father was a liar and a thief, that this land and everything on it is not rightfully owned, and that your father was a coward and you are a coward and would never dare confront him. I wouldn’t say anything but it just seems so wrong, for him to be enjoying your good hospitality and loyalty, only to speak these words against you”. In a more alert frame of mind Kvederf, who was usually a rather clever man, would have questioned Thorvold’s story, as Eirik was one of his most loyal men, and he knew Thorvold was not. Tonight however, Kvederf felt a fury rise in him, and filled with rage he went to confront Eirik. “So you think you can eat my food and drink my wine, then disparage me and my good father behind my back?” Kvederf snarled at Eirik, and before receiving a reply struck him. Eirik, enraged drew his axe, as did Kvederf. They began to fight viciously, with allies on both sides joining in the fray. As filled with anger and drink that he was, Kvederf, attempting to hit Eirik missed and struck a serving boy, killing him instantly. The fighting stopped as everyone present became aware that Kvederf committed a murder.
6 Kvederf and his family now had to leave Stad, and all of their holdings behind, as they fled the murder Kvederf had done. As Kvederf was still readying to go Thorvold approached him. “I will look after your farm”, he said “It is not right that someone else come and run it into the ground while your formerly faithful men stand idly by. You can trust me”. Kvederf said simply “I appreciate the offer. I trust you, thank you”. With that Kvederf, his wife and many children, their belongings, and a few men that remained faithful left South More, and headed to Iceland.
7 Kvederf landed on Iceland, and quickly found good arable land that he could claim as his own. For the men who followed he gave them similar plots, and so they all settled in to their new land.
