The Maiden Who Fell Through Time

CHAPTER 22: "The Reunion"

[AN: I have probably written these following 4 chapters like 8-10 times or more already, and finishing it has been a real struggle let me tell you. But alas it is complete (and it's fucking massive), and so hopefully now I won't have so many issues with the chapters to follow. But, still just be advised that there likely will be slow updates here on out (hopefully not as slow as it has been though).

Many thanks to all those of you who have given me comments and votes despite the long delay updating. Sincerest apologies, it's the longest delay I have had thus far and hopefully not one I wish to repeat.

This past year I've been finishing up my uni course and my dissertation, on top of dealing with several personal and health issues. Due mainly to my ongoing low mood/lack of motivation; which unfortunately comes alongside my anxiety and depression; writing has been very difficult for me, despite how much I really enjoy it, and despite how much I really love sharing my stories with you all.

So, once again I thank you for your continual support and your patience, and I hope you enjoy this chapter and those that follow!

Anyways, enjoy! And, much love! <3 xoxo

(Oh, also...I haven't begun to watch this new season of TLK, so with that in mind this story will likely deviate from the events in the show.) ]

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Sihtric, Finan, and I had elected to accompany Uhtred in meeting with the Danes (by elected I mean we were essentially nominated by Uhtred himself). This 'nomination' honestly wasn't so bad in my mind since I myself had my own motivations for wanting to accompany the men; I was still determined to find out anything I could regarding the slaver Tjorvi and his potential whereabouts, so as to finish what had been started that fateful night so long ago. It seemed a distant memory, that horrible and horrific night, but it was one which was blood soaked and ever encroaching upon the forefront of my consciousness the further north we traveled and the closer we drew to Dunholm.

We were several leagues from Dunholm at this point now and were taking refuge in the thick forests nearby- whereby we remained hidden for the time being from any Danish patrols or scouts that potentially were in the area. During this time it was collectively decided that it was probably not the best move to have two holy men of the Christian faith marching into a pagan stronghold; so, before finally arriving within close proximity to Dunholm it was decided that we would leave father Beocca and Osferth behind and out of sight, should shit go completely tits up and we need someone to get word back to Winchester.

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We approached Dunholm on horseback and in silence.

As we rode up towards the gate it was as if we were entering the mouth of hell itself.

Dunholm was a massive fortress and I found myself increasingly impressed by its sheer size and its intimidating fortifications.

This was to be a gamble to be sure, but if I learned anything by now about our leader Uhtred, it was that he was one lucky bastard...a bastard who liked to test his luck and constantly gamble with his fate. Indeed, many would likely say it was his confidence that gave him such resolve- but I was beginning to realize it oftentimes was part confidence and part recklessness. I began to wonder if once we passed the threshold of this massive fortress's gate, if we were ever going to be able to leave. I had a bad feeling taking root in the pit of my stomach- intuition telling me that something was going to happen...something bad...something big...and something unplanned for.

Finan I had guessed had seen the uneasiness painting my face, and soon clicked to trot past me and join Uhtred at the front- quickly shooting me a reassuring wink and a cheeky little grin.