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Sigrún sat next to Sihtric and Uhtred as Seidr made a sound close to a purr when she started to pet him, she smiled down at the snake and noticed Sihtric was watching them. Again. His eyes never showed lust but something deeper. She locked eyes with the Dane and felt his desire for her so intensely that it made her blood heat most deliciously. Finan flinched in fright when Seidr turned in his direction and Osferth grew pale when he made eye contact with it.

"He will not harm you, little monk. He strikes only if I am threatened." She informs the boy and Osferth quickly nods. "Though, he might enjoy the taste of a holy man." She held back a laugh at the monk's horrified look. Finan quickly moved from the monk as if being close might seal his fate with the snake. She shook her head and continued to caress her snake as Sihtric watched, she wondered what he was thinking at this moment.

"Finan." She turns to see an older priest walk up to them smiling, she glances at the others in confusion. She needed to catch Sihtric alone to get him to inform her of the things that had happened and the people involved with the history of Uhtred. Though, he might be too busy gazing at her as if she were a goddess.

Because you are, my dear.

The wind carried a voice to her ears, the same voice she had grown accustomed to. The trickster god.

"Father Beocca, it's good to see you." Finan says with a grin. She frowns at the sight of him, she isn't fond of most people. Especially, the religious ones.

"Osferth," The monk nods respectfully. "Witch." Sigrún cracks a grin at the man.

"I am a Völva or a Shaman if you will, not a witch." She says and waves at the man with her snake that had curled around her wrist, she laughed softly as Seidr's head bounced with her action.

"Dane boy," He trails off. "Looks like a rat." Sihtric turns to look at him.

"Says the rat-faced priest." Uhtred chuckled next to her and Sihtric sent her a grateful look that grew fond a little too quick for her to stomach. She broke their intense eye contact and chose to look back down, no man had ever made her feel like this. Like the primal need to claim him as an animal would. To mark him as hers.

"I am Sihtric." He says and she felt Seidr move to her other arm to sniff the Dane. She wondered if Seidr really thought Sihtric was a rat and she nearly laughed at the mere thought. To her surprise, Siedr shook happily at whatever he had found.

"Some privacy?" The priest asks them.

"Sit yourself down, Father. We all need to piss." Finan says as he smacks Sihtric.

"Since we have the time, I need you to tell me everything you know." She says to Sihtric as they walk away from Uhtred.

"That may take a while, Lady Sigrún."

"We have the time." She says and nods to an abandoned table. She wrapped her hand around his wrist and felt a bolt of electricity shoot through her, this was Loki's doing. She just knew it. He was playing with the will of the gods, tempting the fates.

"Say nothing." Uhtred speaks when they return. She had underestimated the Saxon-Dane, the things Sihtric had told her gave her a sense of respect for Uhtred. She would never say it, at least not now. She was never one to speak of emotions.

"I won't so much as fart in your direction, lord. I'll simply say to Sihtric here, that this great army we're supposedly gathering, can never hold." Sihtric avoids the Irishman's eyes as he looks at Uhtred and then Sigrún.

"Agreed." Sihtric said watching the woman and snake.

"And I'll mention to Osferth that I didn't come north only to turn and march south." Finan mumbled looking at the monk solemnly.

"Nor me, Finan."

"Lord, I will follow you wherever you go, but we have friends in Wessex and men like Hæsten and Bloodhair are no better than Kjartan." She watched him with interest when he mentioned his father. Sihtric didn't hold back the details of his father's death and she noticed he must have felt relieved by it.

"If the north is your home, your birthright, then why are we not looking towards Bebbanburg? Now, that is a fight we can believe in Uhtred, I am begging ya as your friend. Do not do this, we should leave this place." Finan begs and Uhtred frowns momentarily.

"And leave my brother, how can I do that?" Uhtred asked hurt.

"You must."

"Uhtred, your destiny ends with Bebbanburg. Do not postpone the inevitable." She says gently as she places a hesitant hand on the man's wrist.

"You have no path here, Uhtred." After some thought Uhtred decided to go speak with Ragnar and confront Aethelwold, the group walks into the feast hall feeling the tension in the air. Uhtred turned to look at them with a hurt look.

"I will be leaving. I will be leaving, though I will not be returning to Wessex. I am needed."

"By a princess? You're no more a dane than the priest here, you're a whore to the crown of Alfred." Sigrún did not care for the way she spoke to Uhtred but this was not her battle.

"You would do this to me again?" Ragnar says heartbrokenly.

"I must."

"Yes, of course. You must. You swore an oath, you gave your word and that is about reputation and honor. What my father gave to you, I now take back. You are no longer Uhtred Ragnarsson." Uhtred attempts to fight back tears.

"Ragnar, you cannot do that, please." Thyra pleaded looking between them.

"You are no longer my brother, this was a game to you." Ragnar whispered.

"Never." Uhtred whispered brokenly.

"Go, before I kill you." Ragnar said looking at Uhtred with anger.

"He does not leave with Skade or Sigrún. Ragnar, they belong to me." Bloodhair declared, she scoffed at the audacity.

"Yes, Bloodhair. We shall make the square," Finan steps forward worriedly. "And you can fight for the witches, to the death."

"Not a witch." She mumbled in annoyance.

"Agreed." Bloodhair speaks.

"Lord, say nothing." Finan pleads to his friend.

"Agreed, we fight." Uhtred says with tears and avoids looking over at them.