A Saint To A Sinner

3.9

"Alright! That's enough!" Y/N grunted as Sihtric wiped a load of dirt on her face trying to hide the fact she was a woman. Finan laughed as he grabbed his armour, trotting off inside the gates. Grimsby was a dull place, filled with bandits and all other kinds of criminals, but it was also a place where many Monks stopped before they got to Bebbanburg.
"So where do we start?!" Finan turned back around, looking at Young Uhtred for an answer.
"Where do you look for Monks in a place like this?" Uhtred asked.
"A whore house." Finan said. Beocca pushed him with a glare.
"He is not wrong, Beocca." Beocca looked at Y/N with a questionable look. "How do you know about such things?"
"I am not the naive one. Hild is!" Sihtric looked back at his wife with a questionable look, "it is true. I was the coward, but I was the smart one." The three of them stopped when they realised Beocca had left them.
"What is the point." Finan grumbled. Y/N, on the other hand, could understand. He was a teenage boy with a priestly mind. He had not been exposed to such things before.

"This is definitely a Saxon place." Finan pipped up. It was true. The further they walked into Grimsby, the more they understood Y/N and Beocca's words. It might be a dirty grim place, but there was no Dane in sight. Y/N looked at Sihtric, who looked slightly uncomfortable but felt more uncomfortable that his wife could be put in danger. Finan seemed to feel the same way as he walked slower to shield her just in case.
"Grimsby seems like a lovely place." Finan said as he looked at the people in the Alehouse. A place filled with nothing but criminals and rapists. Sihtric tilted his head, scanning the area for threats.
"Sihtric. Don't make eye contact." Finan called out as he noticed Sihtric become tense. Y/N knew if Sihtric felt threatened he would impulsively fight. That was something she learned through her marriage. She believed part of it was that Sihtric still blamed himself for what he did to her all those years ago. At the same time, Finan could could cause a fight if he did feel either of them were threatened, and currently, no one wanted a fight.
"What is your business here?" A rough looking man approached the men, eyeing them up.
"We're traders. We're taking pelts to Frankia." Uhtred spoke up as the man questioned him. "Well, you keep trouble out of my Alehouse, agreed?"

Finan walked over with an innocent look on his face, telling the man that they were looking for food. Uhtred and Y/N watched Sihtric tense. His right arm clenched almost as if he was blocking Y/N.
"And do you have women? He needs a woman." Osferth sighed at Uhtred. The poor monk thought they had all got passed that.
"We're not that sort of Alehouse." Uhtred looked at Finan to give the man a coin. The man went to grab it when Finan pulled it back.
"Alright. I will get you some food." Finan clicked his head, telling them to follow a table. A few of Uhtreds men sat near them just in case, while Sihtric sat close to his wife.
"Sihtric." Finan whispered, trying to get Sihtric to calm down. "Sihtric. Do not start trouble." Sihtric swivelled himself round with an angry expression. "Why do Monks come to an whore house?"
"To be spanked." Sihtric looked at Y/N with a confused expression. "For penance and other things." Sihtric drank his ale, trying to process what he said.
"It does not sound that bad." Finan said with humour.
"And you want to try it?" Y/N questioned Finan, who smirked. "I am an unholy man. What about yu Sihtric."
"Absolutely not."

Osferth and Uhtred came down the stairs, signalling them to move. Y/N followed them outside with Finan behind her.
"Travelling overnight, all that way in the saddle with a red raw ass. A good thing they like pain." Finan said with a laugh.
"It takes six days to get to Bebbanburg on the coast road." Uhtred thought allowed.
"Good thing they get there before ascension." Uhtred looked at Finan, "I'm a good Christian boy, Lord." Uhtred shook his head as he looked at Y/N, "I'm sure you are not with your wife. Besides, we should get there before them. The rocks around Bebbanburg do not treat ships kindly."
"So we wait here and join the atmosphere." Finan said as he looked at the idle men. Y/N scanned the area looking for Sihtric. Almost praying that he did not get himself into trouble.
"I took a shit." Sihtric defended when he came out as he saw the faces of his wife and Finan. "But we do need to leave."
"What have you done now?" Y/N questioned as Sihtric reached for his axe, pushing Y/N backwards, telling her to head for the boat.