The smoke did not rise so much as hang, a thick, greasy shroud over the ruins of Grantaceaster. Leofric, son of Aldwyn, knelt in the mud that had once been his father’s hall. A charred banner—a golden dragon on faded red—lay crumpled beneath a collapsed beam.
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Torf-Einar poured mead into a cracked horn. “Go on, little Saxon. Tempt me with treason.”
A young Saxon thegn, betrayed by his own lord, must unite rival shires and forge an uneasy alliance with a Danish warlord to prevent a bloodthirsty Viking host from extinguishing the last flame of Christian England. The smoke did not rise so much as
Leofric’s younger sister, Aelfwyn, tugged his sleeve. “Thegn,” she whispered, using his new, unwanted title. “The ships have not left. They are building a burh . On our holy ground.”
“We cannot fight them head to head,” Leofric said, rising. “Not yet. But a war is not one battle. A war is harvests burned, loyalties turned, and kings who die alone in the dark.” It looks like you’ve referenced a file name
“You hate my god,” Leofric said, standing before Torf-Einar’s hearth. “But you hate Skarth more.”
The Great Summer Army had come not as raiders, but as conquerors. They did not come for silver or slaves. They came for land. For thrones.
That night, Leofric did something his father would have called madness. He rode west—not to the remaining Saxon lords, who would squabble for command, but to a hill fort held by a rival Dane, Torf-Einar, a man Skarth had exiled for refusing to sacrifice Christians.