'So why have you not taken this man to the king?' I demanded.
'We didn't know, lord,' one of them said, 'no one told us,' which was not surprising because Alfred had given no such order.
'We'll take him to the king now, lord,' another reassured me.
'I'll save you the trouble,' I said. I took my foot off Haesten. 'Get up,' I told him in Danish. I threw a coin to the boy holding my horse and hauled myself into the saddle where I offered Haesten a hand.
'Get up behind me,' I ordered him.
The Frisians protested, coming at me with their swords drawn, so I pulled Wasp-Sting from her scabbard and gave it to Haesten who had still not mounted. Then I turned the horse towards the Frisians and smiled at them.
'These people,' I waved Serpent-Breath at the crowd, 'already think I am a murderer. I'm also the man who met Ubba Lothbrokson beside the sea and killed him there. I tell you this so you may boast that you killed Uhtred of Bebbanburg.'
I lowered the sword so it pointed at the nearest man and he backed away. The others, no more eager to fight than the first, went with him. Haesten then pulled himself up behind me and I spurred the horse into the crowd, which parted reluctantly.
Once free of them I made Haesten dismount and give me back Wasp-Sting. 'How did you get captured?' I asked him.
He told me he had been on one of Guthrum's ships caught. In the storm, and his ship had sunk, but he had clung to some wreckage and been washed ashore where the Frisians had found him. 'There were two of us, lord,' he said, 'but the other died.'
'You're a free man now,' I told him.
'Free?'
'You're my man,' I said, 'and you'll give me an oath, and I'll give you a sword.'
'Why?' he wanted to know.
'Because a Dane saved me once, I said, 'and I like the Danes.'
I also wanted Haesten because I needed men. I did not trust Odda the Younger, and I feared Steapa Snotor, Odda's warrior, and so I would have swords at Oxton. Mildrith, of course, did not want Sword Danes at her house. She wanted ploughmen and peasants, milkmaids and servants, but I told her I was a lord, and a lord has swords.
I am indeed a lord, a lord of Northumbria. I am Uhtred of Bebbanburg. My ancestors, who can trace their lineage back to the god Woden, the Danish Odin, were once kings in northern England, and if my uncle had not stolen Bebbanburg from me when I was just ten years old I would have lived there still as a Northumbrian lord safe in his sea-washed fastness. The Danes had captured Northumbria, and their puppet king, Ricsig, ruled in Eoferwic, but Bebbanburg was too strong for any Dane and my uncle ?lfric ruled there, calling himself Ealdorman ?lfric, and the Danes left him in peace so long as he did not trouble them, and I often dreamed of going back to Northumbria to claim my birthright. But how?
To capture Bebbanburg I would need an army, and all I had was one young Dane, Haesten.
And I had other enemies in Northumbria. There was Earl Kjartan and his son Sven, who had lost an eye because of me, and they would kill me gladly, and my uncle would pay them to do it, and so I had no future in Northumbria, not then. But I would go back. That was my soul's wish, and I would go back with Ragnar the Younger, my friend, who still lived because his ship had weathered the storm. I heard that from a priest who had listened to the negotiations outside Exanceaster and he was certain that Earl Ragnar had been one of the Danish lords in Guthrum's delegation.
'A big man,' the priest told me, 'and very loud.' That description convinced me that Ragnar lived and my heart was glad for it, for I knew that my future lay with him, not with Alfred. When the negotiations were finished and a truce made, the Danes would doubtless leave Exanceaster and I would give my sword to Ragnar and carry it against Alfred, who hated me. And I hated him.
I told Mildrith that we would leave Defnascir and go to Ragnar, that I would be his man and that I would pursue my blood feud against Kjartan and against my uncle under Ragnar's eagle banner, and Mildrith responded with tears and more tears.
I cannot bear a woman's crying. Mildrith was hurt and she was confused and I was angry and we snarled at each other like wildcats and the rain kept falling and I raged like a beast in a cage and wished Alfred and Guthrum would finish their talking because everyone knew that Alfred would let Guthrum go, and once Guthrum left Exanceaster then I could join the Danes and I did not care whether Mildrith came or not, so long as my son, who bore my name, went with me. So by day I hunted, at night I drank and dreamed of revenge and then one evening I came home to find Father Willibald waiting in the house.
Willibald was a good man. He had been chaplain to Alfred's fleet when I commanded those twelve ships, and he told me he was on his way back to Hamtun, but he thought I would like to know what had unfolded in the long talks between Alfred and Guthrum.
'There is peace, lord,' he told me, 'thanks be to God, there is peace.'
'Thanks be to God,' Mildrith echoed.
I was cleaning the blood from the blade of a boar spear and said nothing. I was thinking that Ragnar was released from the siege now and I could join him.
'The treaty was sealed with solemn oaths yesterday,' Willibald said, 'and so we have peace.'
'They gave each other solemn oaths last year,' I said sourly.
Alfred and Guthrum had made peace at Werham, but Guthrum had broken the truce and murdered the hostages he had been holding. Eleven of the twelve had died, and only I had lived because Ragnar was there to protect me. 'So what have they agreed?' I asked.
'The Danes are to give up all their horses,' Willibald said, 'and march back into Mercia.'
Good, I thought, because that was where I would go. I did not say that to Willibald, but instead sneered that Alfred was just letting them march away. 'Why doesn't he fight them?' I asked.
'Because there are too many, lord. Because too many men would die on both sides.'
