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And they came to the Church of Lindisfarne, laid everything waste with grievous plundering, trampled the holy places with polluted steps, dug up the altars and seized all the treasures of the holy church. They killed some of the brothers, took some away with them in fetters, many they drove out, naked and loaded with insults, some they drowned in the sea.
The Anglo-Saxon Chronicle
J UNE 8, AD 793. T HE ISLAND OF L INDISFARNE. A peaceful little place just off the northeast coast of England, bright with green pastures and surrounded on all sides by the rolling waves of the North Sea. At the Monastery of Saint Cuthbert, a few dozen Catholic monks dutifully tended to their chores or offered prayers in the breathtaking chapel.
Then from the east appeared an unusual sight. At the very edge of vision were two strange-looking ships approaching from a direction from which ships didnt typically approach. Quietly, quickly, these small, fast-moving vessels made their way toward the island, each powered by a single red-and-white sail and sixty oars.
By the time the citizens could make out the black, ornately carved dragon heads glaring menacingly from the prows and see the glistening muscles of the heavily armored men rowing toward them, it was already too late.
The terrifying sea-raiders struck so fast that many of the monks didnt have time to hide their valuables. With blood-curdling battle cries, a swarm of humongous bearded warriors tore through the island, slaughtering and burning and throwing people out windows as monks and pilgrims ran for their lives. Those who werent killed were captured, bound in ropes, and dragged back to the ships as captives, never to be heard from again.
The ravagers made straight for the chapel, completely unaware of its religious importance. They took gold crosses, silver cups and candlesticks, and ivory chests. They tore jeweled covers from Bibles, pried gems from walls, ripped priceless silk tapestries, and torched buildings.
They departed just as quickly as theyd arrived, leaving behind a smoldering wake of burning cinders and charred rubble. None of the ruined survivors knew anything about where the mysterious men had come from, what they wanted, or where they were headed. Those monks unlucky enough to witness the anarchy believed it was a scourge sent by God to punish humanity for its sins.
For the next three hundred years, these fearsome raiders would plague the lands of Europe. Theyd be known by many different titlesthe Norse, the Ashmen, the Northmen, and the Danesbut one name in particular has stood throughout time:
The Vikings.
Sometimes its not possible to know every word and every happening, for most things happen long before theyre told about.
The Saga of Hrolf the Walker
F ROM ESPN HIGHLIGHTS OF M INNESOTA Vikings running backs trampling linebackers to How to Train Your Dragon movie marathons, we can feel the influence of the Vikings in almost every aspect of our daily lives. Sometimes those influences are so blatant that they smack you upside the head like Thor smiting Loki on the poster for an upcoming summer blockbuster. Other Viking hand-me-downs, like the Tooth Fairy or the song London Bridge Is Falling Down, are a little less obvious. Viking culture and Norse mythology can be found front and center in everything from Led Zeppelin albums to Final Fantasy video games; from Dungeons & Dragons sessions to NASA space probes; from The Lord of the Rings to popular cruise lines; and across all manner of television, movies, video games, comics, and books. Theyre everywhere you look, all portrayed at maximum volume and with varying degrees of historical accuracy. I mean, the Minnesota Vikings football team kicks off its pregame festivities by having a big bearded guy in a horned helmet charge onto the football field on a motorcycle screaming Vikiiiiiiiiiiings! while waving an enormous American flag.
But how many people outside Norway can even name one single Viking warrior? Who exactly were these guys, anyway?
Well, to be honest, its not easy writing a history book about a bunch of mostly illiterate, bloodthirsty marauders who carved their stories into rocks more than a thousand years ago and credited their victories to blessings from hammer-swinging lightning gods. Its enough to make sane people crazy and historians even crazier.
Most of what we know about Vikings is brought to us by a cranky old thirteenth-century Icelandic lawyer/politician named Snorri Sturluson, who was pretty much the exact opposite of every Viking stereotype. Snorri was a brilliant legal mind and a devoted reader who constantly plotted and schemed to seize power in the government. He lost almost every battle he ever fought, fled the country twice, came back, and was eventually stabbed to death by three Vikings while cowering in his wine cellar. But even though this guy wasnt swinging axes and eating meat off the bone, hes probably the most important man in the study of Norse history because hes one of the only Norsemen who had the good sense to write everything down. And despite writing his material some three hundred years after the height of the Viking Age, hes also the best thing we have going for us these days as far as Viking history is concerned. Sure, some of the Christian monks who lived through the raids wrote things down, but its hard to write something nice or useful about a group of guys who just burned your house to the ground and tried to kill you with an axe.