King Giuki’s burg was bustling with excitement. Darkness had fallen but the streets were alive with people and lights. It was the first night of the full moon and tonight Prince Gunnar’s bride was expected to arrive.
The mead hall of King Giuki was filled with the sounds of music and laughter. At his table, the king sat smiling, his horn in his hand and his eyes fixing themselves upon each of his sons in turn.
“What is ailing you girl?” the Queen asked sharply as her daughter dropped her spindle for the fifth time that morning. “You cannot seem to concentrate on your work!”
The sun was low in the sky when sounds of laughter and the galloping of horses filled the air. Gundrun, the daughter of King Giuki, looked up from her spinning and through the open door caught a glimpse of the men returning from the hunt.
The young woman sat alone beneath the shade of a tall fir tree some distance from the castle. She was dressed in fine robes which were embroidered in golden thread and her white neck gleamed with precious stones, but the soft blue eyes were glazed and distant and the pale brow was marred by an uneasy frown.
The trees towered over her, their leaves rustling in hushed tones far above. She looked down at the bow in her hand, and realized that there was a quiver of arrows strapped to her back and a dagger in a golden sheath at her waist.
The young man sat upon the bed of stone, his gaze drinking in the beauty of the maiden who slept at his side. From the auburn curls that fell over her pillow to the slender hands that lay uncurled upon her chest, Brynhild was exquisite.
The treasure of Fafnir the dragon, gleamed in the light of the rising moon and at the cave’s entrance, a grin spread across the old blacksmith’s face. At last the treasure was his. All his. He had done well in plotting the destruction of his brother Fafnir and ensuring the death of Sigurd.
The fleet of ships ploughed through the waves towards the land of the Hundings where King Lygni reigned and at the helm of the swiftest vessel stood the youth Sigurd.
The sun was sinking behind the mountains and in a large cave which was hidden beneath the rocks of a high cliff, something stirred and opened its mouth to yawn.
No one doubts Prime Minister Tuilaepa Sa’ilele Malielegaoi’s incredible sense of ingenuity. Indeed, it seems as if his mind is everywhere at the same time so that you just cannot catch it, no matter how hard you’d try.
Dear Editor Re: Inspired by his father’s stories Malo Faumui le tauata’i ma le saili malo! It is always good to see the desire of many to share the cultural knowledge and privilege they have been exposed for the betterment of current and future generations! May God bless you in all your future endeavours!
Fetalai Tuilulu’u and Aruna Lolani asked the people on the street whether they thought their kids should be taught in Samoan, English or both languages Here are their thoughts:
Think a minute…Can you imagine life without machines? If we didn’t have cars, buses, telephones or radios, we’d be lost without these basic machines we use every day.
Today, 25 April 2017, marks 102 years since the landing of thousands of Australian and New Zealand troops on the shores of Gallipoli and the birth of the term ANZAC (Australian and New Zealand Army Corps).
ALL PUBLICITY IS GOOD PUBLICITY It was wonderful to see instant and very positive feedback to the ‘Clash of the Colours’ promotion of the Blues-Reds rugby game on the evening of June 2 at Apia Park.
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