The autumn winds had begun to rise again—the season when tribute was due to York.
In the first days of October, Rurik was overseeing the collection of offerings, reviewing ledgers and inventories, when Bjorn's fleet appeared upon the river. This time he brought three ships laden with volcanic ash, as well as a bounty of dried cod and sealskins.
"The usual exchange," Bjorn said as he leapt ashore, his voice carrying over the water. "Grain, iron goods, and livestock."
