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"ARE WE THERE YET?"
The group consisting of a Dane, A Dane slayer, and Irishman, an under cover princess, a monk and four children continued. It was a blessing to be able to travel through the first for a while and out of the boiling sun that was beating down on them for the pat day or so as teh continued on to St Milburgs.
Cirllas feat were heavy. Her dress was dirty. And her hair was...well she didn't actually know what it looked like but she assumed it wasn't good. The girl wasn't accustomed to this sort of thing but she kept quite. Or at least she did in the beginning.
"My feat hurt." The blonde complained.
"Right! That's it!" Finan huffed and stopped while turning to the girl. "You have done nothing but complain for the last hour. It's making my ears bleed." He exaggerated making the girl roll her eyes. "If I could, I would leave you here with baby monk, but I know for a fact you would come back and torment me for the rest of my life."
"Hey! What did I do?" Osferth complained. Not exactly sure what he had done to end up on Finans bad side.
"Well sorry I'm not a lazy arse like you!" She answered back, pointing out the fact that she walked alongside her horse so Aeflywnn could ride him for a short while, whereas Finan had rode his horse the full journey. "And Yes your right Finan." She ignored the monk and continued. "If you did leave me here to die, you would be the first person I would visit in the after life. Then you would have to listen to me talk for the rest of your life as your punishment."
"Don't be daft! Ghosts can't talk."
"Oh yes they c-"
"Ciri, put Aelfwynn in the cart with the rest of the children." Uhtred butted in, knowing the pair would go on like this for hours. "There's bread there." He continued. Sihtric jumped off his horse in order to lift the young girl off the horse so Ciri didn't have to.
Finan scoffed. "The bread is stale enough to take out a tooth. It is nit fit for children." He told Uhtred who sighed.
Uhtred knew the group were struggling for food. They had no time to stop off in a near village to get some and their supply was extremely limited. The man could see the children getting hungrier and hungrier by the hour.
"Find the fresher bread and pass it back to the cart." He instructed. "We can eat the hard bread, we have stringer stomachs."
"Speak for your self." Ciri scoffed. The others still didn't know of her royal status as she had made Aeflwynn promise her that she would not tell them. Throughout her life, even in the nunner, she had been given good food so the thought of stale bread made her stomach turn.
"Oh is that not good enough for you lady?" Finan squinted his eyes at the girl. "Are you used to eating nice hot meals up in that castle, eh? Whilst we eat stale bread and shit!"
"Just because I don't have the stomach of an ogre, like you. Doesn't mean I won't eat the bread, Finan." She snarked back.
"God will provide." Young Uhtred spoke. "He will send us food."
