Ísland and Vestmannaeyjar began to change rapidly under Vetrulfr's rule.
At the close of the war, he commanded a host of one thousand. But in the reorganization of the realm, this force was not kept whole. Instead, he scattered them to the winds; to the lands of every man who had been named Jarl or Thane.
They were not dismissed, but charged with a holy task: to raise new hosts of their own, build harbors of their own, forge fleets of their own, and till fields of their own to sustain them. Each fief was to become a war camp in miniature. Every lord, a war-chief in training.
It was not peacetime Vetrulfr prepared for. It was a new age.
And Ullrsfjörðr stood at its heart.
Armies were not the only thing being raised. Roads, bridges, and stone walls were erected as well. New mills and granaries replaced fields cleared with fire and prayer.
