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𝐕𝐮𝐥𝐩𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐮𝐦 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐭, 𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬-𝘈 𝘧𝘰𝘹 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳.

𝐕𝐮𝐥𝐩𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐮𝐦 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐭, 𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬-𝘈 𝘧𝘰𝘹 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳.

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𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖫𝖠𝖲𝖳 𝖪𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖣𝖮𝖬
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"𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐃!" Uhtred had Skade moved to the walls of the fortress and since then she had not stoped wailing the same lines over and over.

"When can we bind her mouth shut?" Sihtric complained from where they all stood round the fire, trying to keep warm. Ingrid was sat under Finan's arm as she laid her head on his shoulder and luckily Leo had come to lay at her feet.

He decided to not follow the witch and instead be used as a foot rest for the two warriors he lay in front of. "Let her sing a little while longer," Uhtred said casually as he leant on the wooden banister with his thick cloak.

Ingrid couldn't see what was bothering them all sure she had a set of pipes on her but Ingrid honestly wasn't that concerned about all the racket she was making- it seemed her bear wasn't either.

"There is a king for you to kill!" She barked loudly and Osferth shook his head. "Bloodhair!"

"That is not singing."

Ingrid laughed quietly until Sigebriht came over in a haste, "Lord Uhtred are you going to let that woman wail all night?"

"Piss off boy she'll stop when we want her to stop," Ingrid all but shooed him away with the back of her hand. He grunted at her but none the less trudged back into the shelter with his head hanging low in embarrassment.

"You are a mean one," Sihtric mused with a hidden grin whilst Ingrid just shrugged her shoulders.

"Here's a bit of loose talk for you," Ingrid shut her eyes in utter defeat she still couldn't believe Aethelwold had come here willingly. The king of clowns had done nothing but irritate her with his false promises and lies.

He was going on about Edward and Sigebriht but she genuinely wasn't paying attention, her eyes felt heavy even with Skade war crying her chant.

"Can someone not just cut her throat?" He seemed to have made himself comfortable as he stood warming up his hands.

"Can you not just leave," Ingrid spat with her eyes still closed, "I thought I smelled something foul and," she sniffed the air, "rotten."

"With all do respect Lady," he held his tongue of insults back with Finan and Sihtric now staring at him harshly. "This information is crucial to your brother," she rolled her eyes even though they were closed.

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