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Luna smiled when Uhtred pushed her softly to Finan's side so he and Ragnar could see the camp from their perch. Finan quickly reached for her waist to help her kneel next to him, even though she didn't need it.
"I see three on watch, the rest will be huddled inside their furs." Uhtred announced to the group.
"There could be more behind the tents sitting low." Ragnar muttered uncertainly.
"I don't have a good feeling about this." Brida said looking worried.
"Uhtred, don't underestimate them. I would hate for Gisela to lose her husband." Uhtred softened his gaze looking down at her, he reached out to caress her cheek with the back of his hand.
"Which tents are full and which are empty?" Brida asked and looked at the two with a questioning look.
"And in which tent is Sigefrid? Which is Erik? We are blind." Ragnar said turning to Uhtred.
"Tafl," Everyone turns to Aethelwold in confusion. "The game, tafl. The king is positioned at the center of the pieces, I would say that tent there is the king." He points to the center tent proudly.
"He isn't wrong, unfortunately." She mumbled making Uhtred nod.
"From any other mouth, it'd make perfect sense." Finan said and leaned into Luna when she giggled quietly.
"It is perfect sense." Aethelwold defended.
"I will go in alone." Luna stood immediately and reached for Uhtred's hand to gain his attention.
"No, take someone with you. Please, Uhtred." She voiced worry for the man. Uhtred leaned in to place his forehead on her own and squeezed her hand to reassure her.
"I think you should." Aethelwold said instead.
"No, we go in as agreed, together." Ragnar snapped.
"We cannot risk the both of us being killed." Uhtred pleaded and he let go of Luna's hand.
"Yes, we can." Ragnar urged, Brida touched his arm to comfort him.
"This is for Alfred. You must save your sword for Kjartan."
"If it is for Alfred, I will go with you." Steapa looked at Luna uncertain about leaving her here alone.
"And me, it was my bastard plan." Finan looked up to Uhtred, Luna turned to him when he brushed past her. Luna grabbed his arm lightly and when he turned to her she grabbed his face gently and leaned up to kiss his forehead.
"Be careful, please. If not for yourself, then for me?" She whispered and relaxed when he gave her a firm nod.
