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learning of his movements before he could strike.
He had sent men to the other Dane leaders in England: to Haesten in the north and to Einar in the east. He would need all the help he could get if he had any chance of taking and holding Winchester, the jewel of Wessex.
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πππΊπππΎπ πΏππ @SonofGuthrum
It was his first time in Wessex. Sigtryggyr was used to the vast rolling green hills around Dyflin, the wild Irish sea. He was not used to this land, rich and flat and full of β
the Wessex coast under the cover of darkness, docking in Hamwic. It was only a short distance then to Winchester, supposedly left unprotected and ripe for the picking by its young king. Surprise was on his side, but he had to act quickly. He could not risk the Saxons β
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πππΊπππΎπ πΏππ @ErraticDecipio
Even as far away as Dyflin, across the treacherous Irish sea, Sigtryggr had heard tales spoken of Uhtred Uhtredson, the man who had been raised among his kind, who worshipped their gods, and yet who β
@ErraticDecipio smile reserved especially for her. He would not miss Winchester, but he would miss her company, and he might miss Uhtredβs company too.
βAs I wish there were more Saxons like you, Lord Uhtred,β he said, with a wry smirk, bowing to them both and turning back to his men. He β
@ErraticDecipio Dane-Slayer. βI will respect your decision... and hers.β He looked up and caught Uhtredβs gaze with his own hard, pale-eyed stare.
@ErraticDecipio She reminds me of myself. She would be a welcome addition to my kin in Eoferwic.β Not that he hadnβt been thinking of taking her back with him when he left, not considering it at all... βBut youβre her father,β he quickly added, not wanting to be another Dane slain by the β
@ErraticDecipio smitten, but he knew not to reveal that to the girlβs father.
βOn my honour, the Lady Stiorra has been treated well. Iβve had her kept away from the other hostages in the old kingβs book room. I bring her food and drink myself and keep the others away from her. Brida, for β