A Saint To A Sinner

2.9

After Finan left Y/N, he went to check on Uhtred to make sure he was well.
"Lord!?" Finan approached Uhtred in the tavern. He was surprised to find him up and walking around. While his wife laid in a bed, unable to move.
"You should eat more. To keep your strength up." Finan passed him the bowl before taking his own bowl, sitting at the table with Ragnar and Brida.
"I thought you was gone Lord. And Y/N."
"Same." Uhtred said as he stirred his broth. "I thought I would die an old man under the furs. Is Y/N well?" Finan sat up, about to speak when a ginger haired Dane approached them. Sharing the stories he heard about Uhtred.
"He is know one important." Brida laughed at the Dane who approached.
"I am Cnut."
"You are what?" Finan sat up, completely confused as too whom the man was.
"His name is Cnut. He's my cousin. On my mother's side." Finan nodded at Ragnars words, watching Cnut approach slowly. Calling himself a real Dane. Finan shook his head as he watched the man brag, feeling the humour in his personality, as he provoked Uhtred. Asking him how many Danes he killed. Finan was relieved to see his sworn brother take insult as a pinch of salt. Completely unfazed by the comment.
"Get up on your feet." Ragnar said as he approached his brother. "He is back where he belongs. Where he has always belonged. You're a Dane for life now. Say it!" Finan started to feel awkward as he watched Uhtred.
"I am a Dane for life." Ragnar smiled, asking him to repeat the words.
"I am a Dane for life."
"Mean it." Ragnar shouted.
"I am a Dane for life. From this day onwards."

"How is your wife? Have you told her?" Brida asked, interested in the woman she had heard so much about.
"I thought she was the Danes wife?" Ragnar said with a smirk. Finan shook his head, unbothered about the situation.
"She is mine, and she is Sihtrics!" Finan said with a smile on his face, the Danes noticed, almost laughing at him.
"Then she must ride well. Does she not?" Cnut asked, looking at the smug Inishman in front of him.
"Cnut." Brida said. A scolding tone in her voice. "Let the man eat. He has been worried about his wife."
"Then what is this Sihtric for?" Uhtred and Finan laughed as Cnut tried to understand the relationship.
"Is she well, Finan?" Uhted asked, sternly this time. They had all seen the condition Y/N arrived in. She looked worse than Uhtred. Pale as a Ghost but was covered in blood.
"She is resting. But she is not happy about the plan." Finan confirmed.
"You can't blame her." Ragnar said, "give it time." Finan knew Ragnars words were true. Know one could blame her for not being happy or comfortable with the plan.

Finan hoped that he could convince her again, later on in the day, when he bought food to her. He had also hoped to find Sihtric to talk to him. Knowing he would have taken her words the wrong way. However, Finan had to wait until their meal was over, as he did not want to leave Uhtred just yet. Since Cnut had started to inform them on his battles and all the warriors he owned. Finan knew their was a hint beyond Cnuts words.
"Well, he's not wrong." Ragnar looked at Finan. "The prospect of Alfred. Well. Uhtred will bring the fire to the belly of many Danes." Finan drank his cup. Not liking the idea. His wife was still unwell and cursed, sending her to battle will send her to her grave.
"Wessex is still the jewell." Ragnar mumbled.
"My children are in Wessex." Uhtred said blankly.
"We have friends in Wessex and my wife's family." Finan added.
"Then their is more reason to visit." Ragnar hinted towards Finan before getting up.

Finan scratched his chin as he looked at Uhtred. He knew he should say something.
"Uhtred." Finan whispered. "I came here to rest. To hunt and see my wife well. I did not come here to talk of a war against Alfred." Finan stopped when Brida approached.
"I will see if my wife is well enough to eat. Finish your plate." Finan got up heading outside to meet with a distressed looking Sihtric.
"She is not with you?"
"What?" Finan questioned, noticing the frantic look on Sihtrics face.
"She is not in bed."
"Maybe she went for a walk." Finan thought as he wondered if she wanted to stretch her legs. Thinking, maybe she had gotten better too. Like Uhtred.
"She would not go off on her own. Finan, she is cursed, and she is dying if she doesn't lift that curse." Finan sighed, Y/N wouldn't have gone far.
"It seems your woman has run off." Cnut asked, almost amused. Sihtric turned back around, heading in another direction.
"Where are yu going."
"To find our wife."

Cnut looked at Finan, almost staring him down. The man had heard she had left, but with a Monk.
"She is gone." Cnut turned around, heading back inside. "She ran off with the monk and a horse. Maybe she fancies a new husband. I did hear the monk wishes to hump her."
"Yu dare say another word about my wife." Finan almost growled out. His stress levels rose as he tried to come up with an idea of where she went.
"Finan." Sihtric stormed back, his hands twitching in panic. "Her horse is gone."