He and his crew encounter Inuit and then Native Americans. The chase leads him across the Atlantic Ocean to the east coast of America. When his village is attacked, he forms a crew of soldiers and pursues the raiders. Harald is now a mature man who enjoys a peaceful life of farming with his wife and sons.

Eventually Harald returns home to Norway via the great ship-portage on the Dnieper.

He has a complicated series of adventures which takes him to a giant's treasure cave in Ireland, then Jebel Tarik ( Gibraltar), then to Miklagard (the Norse name for Constantinople) where he joins the famous Varangian Guard. Harald is now a young man whose father has died. They come to grief on an island in the Hebrides. Harald is an adolescent who sails on a raid to Scotland. He goes on three voyages, which between them are representative of the various voyages which were made by the Vikings, and which take place at different stages in his life. The three novels describe the adventures of Harald Sigurdson, a Norwegian Viking. Treece wrote several juvenile historical novels, some set during the Viking Age, and this trilogy is regarded as among his best. They are Viking's Dawn, The Road to Miklagard and Viking's Sunset. The Viking Trilogy is a trilogy of juvenile historical novels by Henry Treece.

Viking Trilogy Viking's Dawn, The Road to Miklagard, Viking's Sunset

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Unsourced material may be challenged and removed. Please help improve this article by adding citations to reliable sources. I am the cow’s hide, tormented to the only shape it can be.This article needs additional citations for verification. I am not what I wished, or others wished for me: I am what it was ordained for me to become ever the seed passed from my father to my mother. But after the sun and rain have been on it a week, its shape has changed beyond man’s guiding and that is Ananke… though I began upon a firm frame, the hide of my experience has tautened and twisted until now I am as Ananke will me to be. The shield is formed on a frame, and that frame is the will of man. You observe one fact, the single symptom, like the Hittite doctor you are, but your eyes are blind to the Ananke, the whole Order of things which even the gods cannot infringe.

“But doctor, even you, a Hittite, saw what our Mycenaean shields were like! Oh, don’t smile, I may be an old woman, but I known what I am talking about, and if you will be patient, you will understand, too… You do not see the wholeness of things, the Virtue, the arête.

Viking's Dawn by Henry Treece