CHAPTER THIRTY NINE

714 48 23
                                    

▃▃▃▃▃ ‧₊˚⊹ ‧₊˚⊹ ▃▃▃▃▃
THE LAST KINGDOM
𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 ─── ❛ Dane slayer

▃▃▃▃▃ ‧₊˚⊹ ‧₊˚⊹ ▃▃▃▃▃ THE LAST KINGDOM𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 ─── ❛ Dane slayer

Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.

SERPENTS TONGUE ₊˚.༄𖥸 ── 
𑁍₊𓄹 -- ❪ the last kingdom ❫. 𓄹
╭ ‧₊˚⊹    你好,欢迎光临           
╰ ✦ fire and more fire╭ ᘒ ✦

They had left Æthelflæd's estate, making their way towards the Dane camp for Skåde. Athena was questioning how Uhtred was going to do this, but she'd be by his side.

The group ended up stopping at a near by village for a night, and Athena immediately knew that the village being so close to where the Danes were, they had to be acquaintances.

And if news hit the Danes that Uhtred Ragnarson and Athena Ragnarsdóttir were at the village, they would come.

And that is what Uhtred wanted. Athena had to admit, that was a good game play from Uhtred, evidently he had been leaning from her sneaking techniques.

Now they all sat in the hall, their group sat around a table eating. Athena clung to the furs around her as she listened to the conversations around her.

"I had more fun at the burying of my father." Finan jested, clinking his cup with Uhtred, grin on his face.

"You knew your father?" Uhtred asked, slight intrigued.

Finan shrugged, taking a sip of his ale. "I knew his fist." He jested once more.

"They are here, Lord." Osferth said from the window, making Athena look over her shoulder at the boy.

"I see you watching." They heard a man speak from the outside. Athena sighed as she leaned her chin in her palm. This village was with the Danes. "Tell our visitor Uhtred, he is surrounded."

Osferth moved from the window, walking to stand behind Uhtred. "Men with weapons, Lord." He informed Uhtred. "Some with bows."

"He has sent his messenger." Uhtred nodded his head as he continued to eat the food in front of him. "Now he plans to keep us here."

Athena rolled her eyes at that, looking over at Melusine with pursed lips. "In an ale house?" Finan questioned with a slight grin. "I can think of worse places."

Uhtred chuckled at that, turning to his men. "Guthlac belongs to the Danes." He informed his loyal men. "They will head we're trapped and they will ride to kill us all." He slowly nodded his head. "Which is good. There will be less men at their camp we are a distraction."

SERPENTS TONGUE - Finan the agile Where stories live. Discover now