The last Pict in a den of wolves

Out on the sea

Early morning and they still sailed across the open sea and Blair sings to herself a song her mother once did to help her sleep when she was young

Hush, child
The darkness will rise from the deep
And carry you down into sleep
Child, the darkness will rise from the deep
And carry you down into sleep

Guileless son,
I'll shape your belief
And you'll always know that your father's a thief
And you won't understand the cause of your grief
But you'll always follow the voices beneath

Loyalty loyalty loyalty loyalty
Loyalty loyalty loyalty only to me

Guileless son,
Your spirit will hate her
The flower who married my brother the traitor
And you will expose his puppeteer behavior
For you are the proof of how he betrayed her loyalty

Loyalty loyalty loyalty loyalty
Loyalty loyalty loyalty only to me

Hush, child
The darkness will rise from the deep
And carry you down into sleep
Child, the darkness will rise from the deep
And carry you down into sleep

Guileless son,
Each day you grow older
Each moment I'm watching my vengeance unfold
For the child of my body, the flesh of my soul
Will die in returning the birthright he stole

Loyalty loyalty loyalty loyalty
Loyalty loyalty loyalty only to me

Hush, child
The darkness will rise from the deep
And carry you down into sleep
Child, the darkness will rise from the deep
And carry you down into sleep

She finish her song as she gazes over the water
" that was good the song and your voice I mean" her head snaps back to the sound of the young Ragnarson
" what do you care Ragnarson" she sneers over her shoulders
" you two at it again so early" Ragnar teases the two of them she just turns at looks back at the sea "father it would be wise if you kept your games to yourself for now so she might cut you" Björn warns
She scoffs " I'll do more then cut'em" she says that made heads turn to look at her
"She'll do you well young Ragnarson" Rollo tells his nephew
" ha she'd kill me the first chance she got" Björn responds
" she will be yours to look after then I can tell you like her and you did ask me for more responsibilities yes" Ragnar butts in.
" I belong to no man but my own" she hisses at the Vikings " oh so you had a man in that little village of your's" Ragnar questions " and if I did he is dead now and I will belong to no other even if we weren't married" she whispers the last part to herself " you weren't married then he wasn't really your man but a boy you knew you probably haven't even been bedded yet" Ragnar pushes her buttons
" what do you care you probably left your wife while on raid and found yourself another pretty play thing and you brought her home to bed we are nothing but toys to you pigs once we have for filled our purpose you rid yourselves of us like scrap meat to the dogs" she let's out her anger Ragnar smacks her across the face she spits out the blood " do not speak as if you know me" he sneers " your all the same you pleasure yourselves with our bodies we bear you sons then you smack us around till you grow tired of us. I have seen it to many times to believe that your story or any of your men's stories are the same expect maybe Floki he seems to crazy for a woman to love" she speaks again as she holds the cold stare of Ragnar Lothbrok.
Björn falls to her side with a wet cloth reaching for her face to clean up the blood she snaps her hand to meet his wrist
" I do not need your help so do not think it is wise to do so" she takes the cloth herself dabbing it on the corner of her mouth. " only trying to help" he counters " ya well I don't want or need your help so leave me alone" she tells him " I am not father just give me a chance to prove myself to you once we are back in Kattegat" Björn begs
" who knew a Ragnarson would beg just to have the attention of a pict warrior" she jokes to herself keeping her eyes to the waves of the sea
Another three days at sea and they soon see the docks of home of Kattegat