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Of my childhood in this Olaf life I can regain but little. There come to me, however, recollections of a house, surrounded by a moat, situated in a great plain near to seas or inland lakes, on which plain stood mounds that I connected with the dead. What the dead were I did not quite understand, but I gathered that they were people who, having once walked about and been awake, now laid themselves down in a bed of earth and slept. I remember looking at a big mound which was said to cover a chief known as "The Wanderer," whom Freydisa, the wise woman, my nurse, told me had lived hundreds or thousands of years before, and thinking that so much earth over him must make him very hot at nights.

The Wanderer's Necklace (+Biography and Bibliography) (6X9po Glossy Cover Finish) :Olaf, a Norseman in the eighth century A.D., flees his homeland after challenging the Norse god Odin's right to a human sacrifice, travels to Constantinople (Istanbul, Turkey) to protect the Empress Irene Augusta from her son Constantine the Fifth and other enemies of the Eastern Roman Empire. From Byzantinum, to the pyramid tombs of Upper Egypt, Olaf becomes a traveling Christian who must reject the adulterous advances of Irene. Blinded as punishment for rejecting the Empress, Olaf's adventures are woven within the intrigues of the Eastern Roman Empire.Olaf begins his recollections with a polar bear hunt, leading to his fame as a great hunter, to excavating his previous life's gravesite to recover the Necklace. The other half of the Necklace lies on a mummy reposing within a pharaoh's tomb in ancient Egypt. The adventure novel shows how these two separate events tie together past and present lives.

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Excerpt from The Wanderer's NecklaceIT chances that I, the Editor Of these pagesmfor, in truth, that is my humble function - have recovered a considerable knowledge Of a bygone life Of mine. This life ended in times that are comparatively recent, namely, early in the ninth century, as is fixed by the fact that the Byzantine Empress, Irene, plays a part in the story.The narrative, it Will be Observed, is not absolutely consecutive; that Is to say, all the details are not filled in. Indeed, it has returned to me in a series Of scenes or pictures, and although each scene or picture has to do with every other, there are sometimes gaps between them. To take one example among several - the Jour ney of'olaf (in those days my name was Olaf, or Michael after I was baptised) from the North to Con stantinople is not recorded. The curtain drops at Aar in Jutland and rises again in Byzantium. Only those events which were Of the most importance seem to have burned themselves into my subconscious memory; many minor details have yanished, or, at least, I cannot find them. This, however, does not appear to me to be a matter for regret. If every episode Of a full and eventful life were painted in, the canvas would be over loaded and the eye that studied it bewildered.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

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Of my childhood in this Olaf life I can regain but little. There come to me, however, recollections of a house, surrounded by a moat, situated in a great plain near to seas or inland lakes, on which plain stood mounds that I connected with the dead. What the dead were I did not quite understand, but I gathered that they were people who, having once walked about and been awake, now laid themselves down in a bed of earth and slept. I remember looking at a big mound which was said to cover a chief known as "The Wanderer," whom Freydisa, the wise woman, my nurse, told me had lived hundreds or thousands of years before, and thinking that so much earth over him must make him very hot at nights.

situated in a great plain near to seas or inland lakes, on which plain stood mounds that I connected with the dead. What the dead were I did not quite understand, but I gathered that they were people who, having once walked about and been awake, now laid themselves down in a bed of earth and slept. I remember looking at a big mound which was said to cover a chief known as "The Wanderer," whom Freydisa, the wise woman, my nurse, told me had lived hundreds or thousands of years before, and thinking that so much earth over him must make him very hot at nights.