"As soon as I get back, we're going back to Ravensthorpe. Stay here and rest."
After making sure you were well settled, Eivor leaves Tamworth to go find Sigurd and Ubba to find Burgred's wife. According to Ceolbert, she was still in Templebrough and was the only one who knew where her husband was hiding. He left almost two days ago. You stayed in hiding, ashamed of your behavior. Ivarr's words were spinning in your head. A frightened little mouse. Ivarr was right. It was what you were everyday. The night was the worst time of the day. At nightfall, the slightest noise made you jump, you slept badly and were prey to his nightmares. What could you do to fight them? You had tried so many times, without results. You were too weak.
"You don't have to fight (Y/N). Sigurd and I fight for you."
Yes, Sigurd and Eivor have always fought for you. They had always fought for you. Everyone who hurt you had to face your brothers, never you. You had asked them to train you, but they still refused to harm you. No one in Ravensthorpe wanted to hurt you. Everyone knew your tragic and horrible story. Everyone was taking tweezers with you. You had gotten too used to it, you had become weak. You were brought back to reality by hearing a woman vociferate. You saw Ubba and Sigurd enter the barn with a group of four women. Three servants and a noble lady. Probably Burgred's wife. Ceolbert explained to you that he heard Leofrith dispatching soldiers to protect Aethelswith. Obviously, that didn't stop your brothers and Ubba from capturing her.
Little mús = Little mouse
The journey to England was long and arduous. You had never been confronted with the whims of the ocean and bad weather. The clan had to endure the rain, the icy wind, the storm and the raging ocean. For a first trip, it was hectic, but feeling the water and the wind warming up. When you first saw the lands of England, you were amazed. There was no nose, but plains of greenery as far as the eye could see. Dag was quick to make his voice heard, commenting that it was strange that Christians worship the cross that killed their Christ. For him, it was as if the Danes decided to worship the wolf who killed Odin. You shook your head slightly, deciding to ignore that idiot Dag, concentrating on all his new landscapes passing by until the ship arrived safely: Ragnarssons Encampment. But something was strange, the camp was strangely quiet and the few men there were dirty, badly dressed and they weren't from the North. Sigurd ordered to stop the boat, he wanted to continue on foot and present himself to them to verify if they were their friends or enemies that they were going to fight together. Well, not all of them, Sigurd ordered you to stay in the boat while they check and clean up the area. You obeyed and hid in the boat, watching your brothers and the crew alight to report to the Saxons. Unsurprisingly, the Saxons attacked the clan, which was forced to retaliate. The clearing of the camp was quick, the Saxons were no match for warriors from the North. Eivor came for you once the camp was cleared of any unwanted Saxons. The other two ships arrived in turn. With their arrival, the clan immediately got to work. Repairing the longhouse, removing the brigands' tents to prepare theirs. Weeks passed quickly, a new moon had arrived, before their new home was repaired and ready to welcome them. Your brothers had taken the time to build you a cabin, near the longhouse. Your new home was big enough for you. You had thanked them warmly, even though you had told them of your worries about living alone. It was stupid, you weren't a kid anymore, but you couldn't help but be scared. All of his changes made you dizzy. Sigurd and Eivor reassured you, saying that you could come and see them at any time of the day or night. A new life was beginning in Ravensthorpe. But things weren't that simple. A few days after the clan was installed, Sigurd and Eivor had to leave, each on their own, to forge alliances with other clans. Sigurd had left to join the Ragnarssons brothers and Eivor had gone to see the clan of a Jarl named Soma.
Eivor returned to Ravensthorpe for several weeks with the bracelet Soma had given him in appreciation for helping him. Apparently, he had helped the Jarl to return to his city and make a hard choice. He had just brought the good news. Now he had to go to Ledecestrescire, but he needed you. Sigurd had sent a letter, asking that you accompany Eivor, as he needed your archery skills. You were thrilled to join your brothers on this adventure.
"So sister? Do you like England?" asked Eivor as he rode his horse galloping through the fields of England.
Blood.
There was blood everywhere.
The floor, the walls, the ceiling, the furniture, everything was covered in your parents' blood. You could only helplessly witness the macabre scene unfolding before your eyes. Your father was lying on the floor, the back of his head was sunken, his left eye was literally sticking out of its socket, your poor mother was being beaten up, the mad man was screaming incomprehensible words. You closed your eyes, covering your ears as you begged the gods for someone to help you. You couldn't prevent a little cry of terror from escaping your lips when you heard the man turn over the whole house, destroying the furniture and objects that came to hand. The man kept breaking everything and knocking it over. He seemed to be searching for something. What was he looking for? You stayed hidden in the closet, waiting for the crazy man to give up and decide to leave. You stayed in the closet until sunrise.
You woke up with a start when you heard someone banging on your bedroom door. You heard Randvi's muffled voice, telling you that it was time for you to get up and that Eivor was back before returning to his activities. You had no choice but to leave your warm bed to get dressed for this new day. You put on your warmest clothes before leaving your room to greet your adoptive father, King Styrbjorn, but when you arrive in the hall, you surprise him chatting with Guthorm The Wise. This man was the sage and uncle of King Harald. What was he doing here?
