A Saint To A Sinner

5.10

That night they spent in Eoferwic together, with Stiorra. They could not go back to their families until Uhtred said. Y/N had still yet to see her son's grave. She wanted her son's, Kåre, Young Sihtric and Errett. Y/N knew it was unfair to want to leave to see her children, but she had abandoned them all at the wrong time. Finan looked at Y/N, still with an apologetic look. He blamed himself too much.
"Y/N." Finan whispered. Pulling at her hand, flicking her wedding ring. "It is my fault.... Just listen... I told Finan and Kåre they could fight, and they did. I sent Finan to his grave and I am sorry for it." Sihtric looked down at his cup sadly at Finans words, while Eir sat quietly beside Æthelstan.
"Finan! He would have fought anyway. With or without your approval. He was too much like me. Do not blame yourself for a battle you did not cause. I do not blame you. I can't. You were undefended and the children did what they were always taught to do." Y/N stated. Uhtred placed his hand on her shoulder, pouring them all ale.
"She is right. You cannot blame yourself. We just have to do right by our children now." Sihtric stated as he looked at his wife. Finan said nothing, just nodding his head.
"Look who has joined us. The Warrior Priest of Rumcofa." Sihtric pointed out, making them all look up. Young Uhtred was here.
"He showed great courage and made Osferth proud." Finan breathed out.
"I bring news I do not wish to break." Young Uhtred said warily as he looked at them. "Brida has struck again. She has tormented Father Prylig." Y/N breathed out a sigh.
"It just does not stop." Y/N whispered.
"It will. One day, Y/N I swear to you." Uhtred said.

The state of Father Prylig made Y/N breathe out, as she held his arm, gently stroking his bald head.
"You are safe, Prylig. Your with your friends." Y/N whispered.
"Uhtred... She wants to punish you. She will not rest." Prylig breathed out as he looked at Uhtred.
"Worry no more, father." Y/N whispered.
"I feel like one of your children." Prylig whispered, making Y/N crack a smile.
"That you are until you are well." Y/N said as she planted a kiss on his head, before tucking him in. Y/N walked outside and looked at her husband's, who too looked worried.
"Æthelstan will stand guard and we will go and hunt Brida." Uhtred said. There was determination in his voice, but Y/N wondered if he could do it. Brida was his first love.
"I will stay here with Eir." Y/N stated. Uhtred nodded at her words and walked out.
"Find her and kill her. You know he will not do it." Y/N whispered. Her husband's nodded at her. Finan embraced her, but still did not kiss her. Sihtric on the other hand, pressed his forehead against hers, wrapping his hands tightly around hers, "we will do our best."

That night, Y/N, Eir and Young Uhtred sat with Father Prylig, tending to his needs to the point he got fed up with them.
"I know something has happened. Tell me what is wrong Y/N. I have known you for almost two decades." Prylig complained. Y/N scratched at her hands sadly, before looking at Prylig awkwardly.
"My son, Finan along with Osferth died in Rumcofa. They apparently fought bravely." Y/N winced, trying to prevent the tears.
"Not apparently. He truly did. In God's eyes and in the Gods he did." Young Uhtred assured.
"The Gods?" Y/N said with a smile. That was the first time he mentioned something about the Pagan God's. Young Uhtred squeezed Y/Ns shoulder gently before handing a handkerchief to Eir. She took it awkwardly and ran out the room crying.
"I will go to her." Young Uhtred offered.
"Please offer her some words of prayer. I have forgotten them, but she may need to hear them." Y/N said. Young Uhtred nodded and went to follow her.

A few moments later Finan and Sihtric came back with no news. They could not find her. Y/N walked out feeling completely sickened by the events. Y/N felt a hand on her back reassuringly. Y/N looked up, a burning sensation in her throat as her eyes watered.
"We should send our children to the Nunnery. They will not be safe in Rumcofa." Y/N choaked out.
"Y/N." Sihtric breathed out.
"Do not say another word. I will not have another child DEAD!" She screamed out in despair, as she started to pace. "I will go and take them there. To Hild."
"Y/N. Please listen to me. Yur not thinking straight." Finan urged.
"Am I not, at? Do you want another dead child on your hands." Y/N spat, out, pushing him harshly, before pushing him again and again, hitting his chest as she screamed out. Eventually she stopped and fell into his arms, as she sobbed. Finan shushed her gently, holding her tightly.
"I will go to Rumcofa and take them to Hild." Finan breathed out. "I swear to you, know more deaths."