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"They are Danes." Ragnar says as Rúna shoved her way past Sihtric to stand next to her brothers. Sihtric quickly stops Finan with a rib jab when he goes to say something to her.
"Yes." Cnut answers.
"Definitely. I recognize one of them, two of them." Uhtred says and Rúna glances at him in amusement.
"The Earl Sigurd?" Ragnar asked.
"Neither are fond of me." Uhtred said and glanced her way with a grin.
"For what reason, I wonder?" Cnut says.
"Cousin or not, I will gut you where you stand." She threatens with a gleeful smile.
"Earl Ragnar, I am Hæsten."
It doesn't escape Sihtric that Rúna's friend perks up at the voice.
"We know who you are. The question is, what do you want?" Ragnar calls down to them.
"Shelter, food, ale, warmth, and negotiation perhaps." He says looking up at the fortress.
"Negotiation? Are we at war?"
"It is what we do, lord. Discussion would be a better word." Hæsten explains with a chuckle.
"You are a long way from Beamfleot, Hæsten." Uhtred shouts suspiciously.
"Uhtred? Believe me, it would be a pleasure to see you here. So it is true, you are no longer Alfred's oathman." Hæsten taunts with a grin.
"It is true and you are still Alfred's oathman?" Rúna calls down as she leans over the stone pillars. She fails to notice Sihtric looking over her body before he grows flustered at getting caught by Uhtred.
"He believes so."
"And Earl Sigurd, Bloodhair, what do you have to say?" Ragnar speaks.
"I say we're tired and hungry and my arse is sore."
"You can't refuse them, Ragnar." Brida whispered and Rúna nodded agreeing with the woman.
"Do you have anything to say to me, Bloodhair?" Uhtred taunted and looked at Ragnar with a grin. "Last time I saw you, you were running for your life."
"Yes, you took what belongs to me. We have that matter to settle."
"It is settled." Uhtred said in reply.
"It can wait, it may even be resolved peacefully." Bloodhair shoots Hæsten a look.
"Brida is right, we cannot refuse them." Uhtred says.
"You leave your swords at the gate. You have our respect." Ragnar demands.
