A short tale about the gift of a banner.

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Unknotting the ties, Ragnvald shook out the banner. The men stared in wide-eyed silence; then young Elfhelm made a strangled sound and ducked his head.

"That looks like a pig," his cousin Freawine said doubtfully.

"Are you blind? It is a white horse!" Ragnvald replied then muttered unhappily under his breath, "Hildwyn said we must needs have a banner. What can I do?"

Freawine thought of his own wife. "Bear it with pride, or pay the price, kinsman." Seizing the banner, he held it aloft. "Ride now to the White Pig!" Shouting with laughter, the troop took up the cry.