Today we mortally wounded a Viking. Not a real one, just a beautiful animation which bled and oozed from his wounds when we jiggled the various weapons embedded in his parts. Then we had to guess how long it would take for him to die, before the screen gave us a rundown on how he was actually feeling and wether he may survive a day or two before telling us what got him in the end, and it seems something always did.
Obviously the kiddies using the museum’s interactive displays are made of fairly stern stuff.
I suppose when one is descended from tough Viking stock directly from King Harald Bluetooth himself, a little bit of blood on one’s hands is not a big deal, although I do suspect that for the big fella isn’t resting that easily. Lending one’s name to a wireless communication system must be a bit of a let down for someone who spent his life building a reputation for rape and pillage and general kingliness.
The beautiful museum recording the foundation of the nation at Kongernes Jelling and the stunningly patched-after-the-fire castle at Kodinghus kept us variously entertained and enlightened all day and to a person we know an awful lot more about Danish history now than we did at breakfast time.
Of all of the treasures we had seen during the day, from Faberge to Jensen to the fresh brilliance of current students and priceless artefacts from millennia ago, it was the chocolate covered honey cake and coffee at day’s end in the little village of Christiansfeld made from the same recipe since 1783, that we will probably remember most.
That and the very useful fact three days is all the time one has left, after a blow to the knee with an axe. Blood poisoning will get you in the end.