The last Pict in a den of wolves

Advancing on to the medatraintan

After Bjorn had received the note from his uncle that he would always have safe passage through his sea way.

"We sail to a new world my love, where great reaches wait for us are you ready my sword" Bjorn holds Blair from behind resting his head in the crock of her neck taking in her natural scent of apple blossoms and water lilies. "Yes I know my shield a new world to strike fear into and take what we see fit"she responds holding his hands to her belly. "Bjorn do you think we could have another one" she says with longing. "Once we take victory I will gladly make love to you for the next three weeks if that is what you wish to have" he answers rubbing her belly in small circles with his thumbs.
"Yes that is all I wish, I could not care for all the gold in the world as long as I had you and our family that I wish to grow" she says leaning back on him watching the waves crash along the boats and each other. They sail till night fall coming to a small dock near a small village leading up to a whole city. The Viking creep in the darkness up to the village killing those in their path making it to the city, breaking down the city gates as the men rush to reinforce it but the Vikings out strength them. It was a faint blood bath within the city walls, fire to the houses, death to any who crossed them, women and young children taken back to the ships to be sold as slaves. They work there way up to the place collecting the nobles gold and silver on the way up, taking it from the more lavished houses.