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Torf-Einar poured mead into a cracked horn. “Go on, little Saxon. Tempt me with treason.”
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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. A.Total.War.Saga.THRONES.OF.BRITANNIA-TENOKE.to...
“You hate my god,” Leofric said, standing before Torf-Einar’s hearth. “But you hate Skarth more.”
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. Torf-Einar poured mead into a cracked horn
Leofric looked east. Through the haze, he saw them: a hundred Viking long-bearded warriors dragging timbers, and at their head, a man taller than any other—Jarl Skarth, called “the Boneless” for the way he could twist through a shield-wall, not from any weakness. Skarth had already claimed three kingdoms. Now he stared at Wessex, the last ember of English rule.
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. “You hate my god,” Leofric said, standing before
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.”