[An excerpt from Chapter 1 “Introductions”, “The Viking Princess”, https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09MYSS2T1. Copyright 2021, Gordon S. Buck.]
“No wonder they call you ‘The Viking Princess.’”
Fiona was leaning over the desk and reaching for a book on the top shelf, her long, wavy auburn hair falling off her shoulder and hanging to the desk when Mary came in.
Fiona’s welcoming smile disappeared. “I’m a Scot, no a Viking. Vikings disappeared centuries ago.”
The 1970 fall semester was into its third week at Mississippi University, and student routines were taking shape. Students re-acquainted themselves and made new friends in the process. Fiona was Mary’s newest friend; they roomed on the same floor of the dormitory and had met on the first day of the semester. A six feet one-inch tall beauty, Fiona towered over Mary, a short, plain brunette.
“You know you’re a Scot, but to most people, you’re a Viking.”
Fiona made no bones about it. She was exceedingly proud of her Scottish ancestry. Scottish landscapes, castles, and the poetry of Robert Burns adorned her dormitory room walls. She was raised in Aberdeen, where her late father had been an extremely successful business owner.
“Anyway, I think ‘Viking Princess’ is an excellent description. You certainly look the part, and I mean that in the most positive way.”
Fiona regained her smile. “Weel, if others see me that way, I suppose I must become a Viking Princess.”
“I wish I could get books off the top shelf.”
Fiona smiled and sat down, holding her book. Mary sat beside her in a frilly lace-covered guest chair.
As Mary expected, Fiona had been alone and deep in study at her desk. As far as Fiona was concerned, Sunday nights were for studying––as were all nights.
“What’s on your mind?” asked Fiona. Mary sensed Fiona wanted to return to her studies, but Mary had a discussion in mind.
“I want to introduce a friend of mine to you,” Mary began. “In fact, he’s my best friend. We were neighbors and grew up together.”
“He?” Fiona peeped up from her desk. “Is this the same boy ye wanted to introduce to me the day we met?”
“Well, yes, but then I wanted to show you off and watch his reaction.”
“Mary, I must concentrate on my studies and no on my social life. This is my first semester. That’s why I’m no getting out much. It may be next semester or even next year until I feel like circulating––much less dating. I dinna ken.”
Mary argued, “Now that I know you better, you definitely should meet Alexander. Believe me, you will like him. Besides, you need to overcome your shyness and do something other than study. He can help you.” She smiled.
