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Yrsa remained silent for most of the ride, her eyes narrowed, thoughts running through her head. Uhtred paused at the sight of the town, hanging back as Finan and Osferth joined the couple, riding on either side of them.
"I think she may have got herself inside his head." Finan spat, turning to the others. "He should kill her and be done with it."
"That will not kill the curse." Sihtric corrected as Yrsa hummed in agreement.
"There is no curse."
"If I say there is no Christian God, does that make it so?" Sihtric shot back, and Yrsa had never seen her husband so on edge. In fact, normally it was her who was spitting insults and glaring venomously at others. For it to be her husband was abnormal.
"There is no curse, Sihtric." Osferth sighed, causing Sihtric to huff.
"I have seen women throw a curse and the next day, a man is dead." Sihtric glared, as Yrsa watched him cautiously. Beastie snorted, shaking his head, not enjoying the tension that surrounded them.
"Right, that is enough talking. To speak of it, is to make it stronger." Finan put out there, glaring at the pair.
"We should have never gone to Wessex." Yrsa muttered, finally saying something as the three men looked at her. She was holding onto her necklace, which was actually Sihtric's, turning Thor's hammer over and over. He had given it to her for protection, having seen that she was uncomfortable once learning that they were going after a witch. "To meddle with Fate is a path destined for despair."
The gates opened up, allowing the party in as Yrsa took a deep breath, looking around the encampment.
"Yrsa." The woman held back, remaining by Uhtred as he stared down at her. "There is a council meeting tonight..."
"I will not come."
"Yrsa."
"Not tonight." Yrsa shook her head. "I can not tonight, I do not feel right about any of this. I feel sick to my stomach that we have brought a witch with us, who has cursed you and thus, cursed all of us. I do not feel right."
Uhtred sighed.
"Take Finan. I will remain outside, with my gods, where I can pray and try to remain calm." Yrsa took a deep breath. "It will do you no good if I am stressed."
"No, it will not." Uhtred squeezed her shoulder gently.
