Book: Olga, Princess of winter wolves

- Never happen, that everyone wanted one, - said the Governor. - How I live, everyone in the party pulls. And when the war or even what to cook - especially.

But then who will teach and inspire people to feats? exclaimed Elga. - For what people are looking for exploits and fame, not for the sake of memory? Is it because you want to become higher and more glorious than those who remember?
- It is impossible, Madam, to be the banner and warrior at the same time, grinned Aldan. - Or to fight, or inspire. Only one thing. But don't worry. Want to be the banner is always there. A reborn Willy-nilly because they didn't have any of the Saga - there was nothing to remember, and they will have to go out into the world to try again. But warriors need much. And the banner for the troops only need one. When the two of them is more bad than good.

When I first left home and moved to live in Kiev, El'ga long enough accustomed on a new place. Kiev she has since left rare and used to consider his home his. But now all of a sudden realized that almost as good feels here in this Outpost, lost in the snowy forests on the boundaries of other tribes. And all because here it was they, these people, who formed a home for it. With them she's at home, wherever the fate. At least in the country of the frost giants...

She was well aware of what is not understood by many of the Varangian princes: the government can not be strong and bring glory, if not to put down roots in this land, not to be his for its inhabitants.

Among strangers when we have to be responsible for themselves, people grow up quickly.

When she saw Ingvar Ladoga, Galatina Karihaloo, Zoryana or of other hunters to take her in marriage, with her nothing like that had happened - was not done to warm the soul, not the feeling of closeness, of community with this man she knew so briefly, but so good. She needed to hug him, as anxiety and fear left. There is a sense of confidence: together they can handle anything! Even have to live separately in gender - Knowledge was ready for any difficulties, just to stay with Laudanum. Never before, as the daughter of Smolyan Prince and a pupil of the mighty sorceress, Regnery not she felt as strong as now, when I became a wife only youngest son Ozersky elders. And no the hardships of caring for a mother-in-law, or even the ill will of other women and sidelong glances of the men could not get her to regret his choice.

Gods so much they gave us that and ask us a lot. Choice we still have no offers, and then accept their fate easier than trying to leave.

No need to feed the well-fed and bring news to those who knows.

If you respect local customs, where I want to take.

Luck and trouble - the two ends of the same stick, not guess, what grabbed.

Living as ordinary people: grow up, get married, plow, and reap, the already excited children the people are many and all have something to feed. Only Ravana always pulled somewhere. But where? He liked to see new, foreign places, new people. Like when life is like the river: floating and do not know what is around the corner. Liked forest squad, where their superiority had to defend by force of will, and sometimes even fists, but not long beard.

If Ingvar, by and large, seen to subject to him the lands of large and small tribes, something like a huge forest where you can hunt, the Elga, they seemed to be the future field that you need to clear, sow and wait for harvest.

It was a stupid dream, but such a sweet thing didn't have the courage to throw them away.

She was right to say, too smart and brisk in order to be a good wife.