If you define cowardice as running away at the first sign of danger, screaming and tripping and begging for mercy, then yes, Mister Brave Man, I guess I am a coward.
Whem the age of the vikings came to a close, they probably sensed it. Probably, they gathered together one evening, slapped each other on the back and said, "Hey, good job."
Whem the age of the vikings came to a close, they probably sensed it. Probably, they gathered together one evening, slapped each other on the back and said, "Hey, good job."
