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"WHAT REASON DID THEY GIVE FOR THE KINGS WRATH?"
Cirilla and Sigtrggyr stood in Mercia after there was an attack from king Edward and his men.
"They claimed it was revenge for the death of the Queen" Young Uhtred answered, sadness clear in his voice.
"Their reason is to cleanse all Danes from Saxon lands. Although they have lived beside them for many years, they do not want them there." He looked out at the people in front of you "Your new King and Queen will protect you. You are no longer people of Mercia, but live under the shield of Jorvik. Christians will not harm you here." Cirilla remained quiet. She could see that her husband wanted revenge on her brother for breaking their allowance and accusing him of killing his wife, but it was also her brother he spoke of. The boy she had grown up with.
"Ordinary Christians do not hate Danes!" Young Uhtred spoke, but Sigtryggr's anger seemed to get the better of him.
"And, yet Edward would not let us thrive here!" He yelled out causing Cirilla to put a hand on Young Uhtreds arm in comfort.
"We will avenge you." Sigtrggyr promised, he spoke to the people before whispering to Cirilla. "We have to go to war."
"There must be another way." She protested. "I will speak with the King. He will listen to me."
"He will kill you, Ciri." Sigtryggr told her. "He will not care that you are kin, he will kill you because of me." He eyes fell to the ground, knowing he was right.
"Lady." Young Uhtred said, grabbing her attention. "There's something else you should know. It's about Osferth." Her heart quickened as she awaited the news of her half brother.
"What is it?"
"He was one of the men that was killed." He spoke softly, his own voice breaking as he told her of Osferths death.
Her heart broke at the news. Osferth was her own blood. Her baby monk and now he was dead. She always felt as though Osferth was far too kind for the world he lived in and it was evident he was. Caught in a war against his own people which cost him his life.
"No." She shook her head, tears falling freely down her face. Her own brothers army had killed one of her friends, her family. She wasn't sure how much more death she could handle in her life time.
Sigtryggr, who noticed his wives distress grabbed her hand.
"We will avenge him." He whispered, a quiet promise to his wife that he intended on keeping.
"Sigtrggyr, let me lead a warrior band." Rognavaldr asked. "Let me do more than buttress a shield wall."
"Let him join the Vanguard. Walk out front." Sigtrggyr compromised.
Cirilla was ready to follow Rognavaldr and Wallond out of the castle but she was pulled back by her husband.
"If you ask me to, I will turn back now." He told her, holding her in place by her waist as she placed her hands on his arms. Sigtrggyr was the only opinion he would listen to on this matter, he was attacking her brother after all, but he would also do anything she asked him to do.
