"In Iceland a long time ago lived a chieftain, Arni at Rennadale. He had a problem - a beautiful young daughter called Astrid who, in 3 years time, would be ready for marriage.
There was already one young man, Sigurd, seeking her hand.
To find out if he was suitable Arni called Sigurd to him and said.
“Long ago I journeyed to Spain and lived there for a year. It is a land of wonders. There was a fruit called the orange, sweet and delicious that grew in the Sultan’s garden. To gain my daughter’s hand you must bring back the seed of this plant and get it to grow”