| location = [[Cambridgeshire|Grantebridgescire]], [[Mercia|Kingdom of Mercia]]
| date = 873
| date = 873
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Eivor met with Soma's army outside Grantebridge to retake the city.
Dialogue
The next morning, Eivor noticed more soldiers.
Eivor:Looks like more fo Soma's forces followed the beacon back to camp.
Eivor approached Galinn first.
Eivor:Galinn, is that right?
Galinn:That's right. And you are Eivor, the infinite fighter. Or, forever warrior. It's a glorious name.
Eivor:Many thanks. You were in a tight spot when we found you.
Galinn:Indeed. The Saxons pursued me, ran me bloody through the swamps and into the lap of bandits... then the wolves came. We all have our One Day, the day we die. How you greet that day is all that matters. I'm proud to say that I was ready.
Eivor:Well, it's good to see you breathing still.
Eivor went to Lif nearby.
Eivor:Lif, Soma says you're the man who built her longships.
Lif:That's right. Each has a sharp keel, a stout mast, and a poem etched into the hull to sing the praises of the drengr (courageous warrior) who commands her. A longship is heavy with fate. Just a few lengths of wood between you and a watery grave. What better place to put a line of poetry, hm?
Eivor:Agreed. It's good to fight beside you, Lif.
Lif:Likewise, Eivor. Thanks again for plucking me and my warriors from the mire.
Eivor appraoched Birna.
Eivor:You're Birna.
Birna:And you are Eivor, Sunbeam. You cut through the fog like the sun burns through ice.
Eivor:You're in high spirits, all things considered. The ambush, losing your home...
Birna:In this moment, yes. But, ah, you feel that? The moment has passed. We are free to pursue the next. What a gift!
Eivor:It is good to have you in this fight, Birna.
Birna:I like you, Eivor. You may help me here or step on me, and by the look of you, I'd welcome either.
Eivor went over to Soma.
Norse Warrior:I'm burning with the wrath of Odin. We'll retake Grantebridge. Then the shire.
Norse Warrior:Wigmund's rat-soldiers killed my man in his bed. He'll be in Hel now, forever. Wigmund dies for that.
Soma:The day is new, and the air is bracing. Are you ready for the fight ahead?
Eivor:Let's take your city back.
Soma:That's what I like to hear. Meet me at the western gate of Grantebridge. We've asembled there.
Dag:Have care you do not enjoy taking orders from anyone but your jarl back home. I fight for Sigurd, none else.
Eivor:While you're on this ship, Dag, you fight for me. And for Soma's loyalty, we fight for her.
Eivor met up with Soma and her soldiers near Grantebridge.
Soma:Two teams, hidden. One on each side of the door. Move when you get the signal, and not a moment before.
Norse Warrior:Wigmund must know we're here.
Soma:As he should. I will reason with him, he will reject my offer of peace, and our conversation will have a surprise ending.
They approached the gates.
Soma:Wigmund! Honor-thief! I know you're up there! Return Grantebridge to me, Wigmund. No more of our people need die. We may talk this out, lord to lord.
Wigmund:What have we to talk about? You have nothing I need. Worth by birth, heathen. I was born a noble. You were plucked from a giant's armpit!
Soma:I built this town! From a mud hut to a thrivig port. And we both know you'll bleed those riches dry without my guiding hand.
Wigmund:Leave! Go die in the muck where you belong, heathens!
Soma:Wigmund, Wigmund. Let's try one final time... quit Grantebridge. And when she is mine once more, I may spare your life.
Wigmund:Pah! I command Grantebridge! I am master here! And I will scour you rats from this land like rot from a festering wound!
Soma:Let me give you some advice, old bear. The surest way to stop a wound from festering isn't with a blade. It's with fire.
Eivor fired a shot, and destroyed the gates. The army charged in.
Eivor:Now! Danes of Grantebridgescire! Retake what's yours!
Soma:Augh! Look at Grantebridge! What has Wigmund done to her?
Eivor:No time for that! We must free her first!
Soma:I haven't seen Wigmund since we breached the wall. Regroup at the longhouse. We'll surely find him there.
Soma:Death for any Saxon breathing!
Eivor:No prisoners! No mercy!
Eivor:I'm a your side, Soma.
Soma:Raise your blade to me! Fucking try it!
Lif:The waters have calmed here! Go on, I'll weather the last of these whelps.
After clearing the longhouse, Eivor regrouped with Soma.
Soma:Wigmund! You cannot hide from me forever! Come face your death!
Anglo-Saxon Soldier:Heathen eels! Wigmund has gone! He's gone!
Soma:Any man who fights for Wigmund dies!
After killing the remaining soldiers.
Soma:Let your plague-ridden body feed my fields. Eivor, to me.
Eivor:No sign of Wigmund here. He may be hiding within the city walls. Shall we search?
Soma:No. He'll be gone, count on it. Argr (weak) coward. But we've struck a bold claim today. Walk with me. I want you to sound our battle horn to announce our victory. Let all the shire know that Grantebridge is retaken! The sound of the horn means prosperity, long life, bounty.
Eivor:Why me?
Soma:Why not? You were the keystone to this attack. You turned the tide. Let the wind from your lungs breathe life back into my city.
Eivor blew the horn. Later that night, the victory feast was in full swing.
Soma:Look at you all! Warriors! Handsome! Beautiful! Blood-soaked! Grantebridge is ours once again! Tomorrow you will stamp out the last of Wigmund's fading fires! But tonight... tonight, we feast as gods! Hey!
The next morning, Eivor is woken up by Soma.
Soma:My clan throws the best feasts, I think you'll find. You enjoy yourself?
Eivor:I did. But were you celebrating or mourning? You looked unsure.
Soma:The night of the attack, I heard sounds of bloodshed coming from the longhouse. In moments, the city was overrun with Saxons. So I called a retreat. We all have our One Day, but not like that. Not that day.
Eivor:I have heard this before. That the Saxons appeared as if from the shadows.
Soma:In all my time in Grantebridge, this tunnel was my most careful project. The best kept secret in the city.
Eivor:Now a hundred or more Saxons know the smell of it.
Soma:The only people who knew about this tunnel were me and the three in my inner circle.
Eivor:You believe you were betrayed?
Soma:I know I was.
Eivor:Wigmund could have escaped in the chaos of the fight.
Soma:The city was teeming with my men, posted at all gates. Wigmund was shown this tunnel and used it both to enter and escape.
Eivor:By whom?
Soma:That is where I hestitate. Between Lif, Galinn, and Birna, I cannot say. But they are the three who helped me dig this in secret. I hoped you might lend me your wits. You are a fresh ally. I could use your eyes and ears.
Eivor:I promised you I'd help secure your city. That task isn't yet done, it seems.
Soma:Good. I sent Galinn, Lif, and Birna to destroy what remains of Wigmund's power throughout the shire. Meet with them, raid with them, get to know them as best as you can. Find out which of them betrayed me.
Eivor:A betrayal so wicked, I cannot imagine. Yet someone willing to break an oath like that must bear some sign or defect.
Eivor:I'll do what I can. But you know your warriors far better than I do.
Soma:Between you and me, my heart is clouded. I love these three as if we shared a womb.
Eivor:You could plan your attack and see if it flushes out the traitor.
Soma:Too great a risk. This snake could compromise us at any time.
Soma:I need clear, sound judgement. I need you, Eivor.
Eivor:You have me.
Soma:Thank you. Feel free to take a look around as you wish. Search the city, the tunnel. And here, a gift, for retaking Grantebridge with us. One of the few things I have left from my blood family.
Outcome
Eivor and Soma's army retook Grantebridge from Wigmund.