The Maiden Who Fell Through Time

CHAPTER 9: "The Promise"

[AN: Trigger Warning this chapter has scenes of graphic violence and sexual assault. 

You've been warned folks...

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Also- side note: but some of the characters will be using the word koli in dialogue...for those of you who are confused by this, it's just an Old Norse byname for a dark-complexioned person apparently...or so the Google tells me. But, anyways...don't get too confused by it, and just roll with it because it's likely not going to be the last time this word crops up in the story.

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Also, I will be trying my best to get chapters out to you all as fast as I am able (hopefully every other day or so) but my classes at uni are currently picking back up and I'm going to be becoming quite busy with my dissertation here soon...so please forgive me and try not to hate me too much if I inadvertently end up leaving y'all on a cliff hanger.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter. And like always feel free to leave a comment and let me know what you think! <3 Xoxo ]

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Danish Slavers Camp- East Anglian Forest- 10th century- the following night after the assault...

Uhtred and his men get into position and begin to sneak into the slavers camp under the cover and shadow of night.

"Alright, Sihtric...you will go and clear the way and free the prisoners before leading them towards the tree line where Osferth waits. When you are finished regroup with Finan."

Sihtric nods at Uhtred's orders.

"Finan, you will sneak through the camp at the rear and slit as many throats as you can. As quietly as you can. Is that understood?"

"Aye, takin' all the fun out of it...but aye."

"Priest, you are with me. We will do the same through the front and sides."

"Very well."

"If the plan goes accordingly...and we are not stupid." Uhtred stares at Finan as he says this.

"Aye! 'Ya wound me Milord..." Finan replies smirking- hand on his chest in feigned insult.

Uhtred glares before rolling his eyes. "If we are smart...and we strike silently and quickly, we should be able to clear most of the guards and those who wonder off to take a drunken piss..."

"Aye, we'll be ghosts in the night."

"Yes. Remember- ghosts not idiots. Sihtric, you know what to do..."

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Rage and pure insane instinct had completely taken over me at this point...and well...I will admit I wasn't exactly thinking clearly or seeing things straight here...I had effectively tuned out all logic and was running on pure emotion at this point.

(Oh, and you know how they say the definition of insanity is to keep doing the same thing over and over again expecting different results? Whelp, count me among the crazy...because I did just that.)

I continued to try and escape by bashing myself against the door of the cage. Quite, ineffectively actually...almost embarrassingly so. And, I was at this point alternating between body slamming the cage door and kicking at it- ideally, in the hope of somehow managing to loosen the bars or break them apart.

I stood there enraged and desperate- watching as Tjorvi speaks in Danish and laughs with his men. He's now passing off Juliette to a large dark-haired Dane (who I had recognized as being the man from earlier who had rounded everyone up into the cage, and who had also slapped Juliette). And, I assumed by their exchange that this man was likely close to the Dane Tjorvi- and was likely his second in command. I had also assumed that it was this man who likely had knocked me unconscious during the previous night's fight with Tjorvi.