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"Halig, take Sihtric, Yrsa, Hild and Clapa," Uhtred appeared beside the five of them early one morning, a few days after the newest companion had joined their group. "Go north, watch the road ahead."
"Yes, Lord," Halig grumbled, eyebrows furrowing before they all began to prepare their horses, tacking up swiftly and softly before taking off ahead. "We'll go to the hill again, watch from there."
"Good plan," Hild agreed, turning to look at Yrsa and Sihtric, who were discussing something in a hushed tone and looking around like they were having speaking of a secret. "Yrsa? Come here for a moment."
"Yes, Lady," The auburn haired teen trotted forward, joining Hild's side with a questioning look. "What is it?"
"What do you and he speak of?"
"The gods, Lady," Yrsa replied, a smile growing on her face. "It is just nice to have someone who shares in my belief system and talks in a familiar tongue. There are not many back in Guthred's army."
"I see," Hild nodded, having not seen the teenager so happy as she had in the past few days. "Just try and keep your words from reaching the abbot's ears, for he will find any way to punish so called heathens."
"Yes, Lady," Yrsa nodded, before riding back to Sihtric's side.
"Did your mother warn you to stay away from me?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowed as he huffed.
"Hild is not my mother, she is a Saxon nun," Yrsa snickered at the thought, shaking her head. "No, she warned me of speaking of the gods near to the abbot who most likely wishes us dead."
"Because we are heathen?" Sihtric did not look amused.
"Precisely," Yrsa rolled her eyes at the thought. "I thought their religion was about being inclusive, not hating others."
"Saxon minds work in bizarre ways, as does their supposed god," Sihtric murmured, as Halig called for them to halt. He jumped down from his horse, watching her with questioning eyes. "Where do you come from then? Not the south, I suppose."
"No, north," Yrsa revealed, as they followed the three adults up the hill. "My father is Sturl."
"I am sorry then," Sihtric replied quietly, looking down at her with wide, mismatched eyes. "I heard of what had happened."
"Your brother burned my home to the ground and killed my parents," Yrsa spat to the side at the thought of the one eyed Sven. "Just as your father ordered but I do not blame it on you. You can not choose your blood family."
