Ubba:For a town of farmers and shepherds, this place bristles with swords. One of them is a thegn by his dress. Serious men with him too. Went into the longhouse.
Eivor:If we take care, we might avoid drawing the thegn's attention while we burn the grain silos.
Ubba:Ah! Was that a jest? Bring them on! Been too long since I met a Saxon worth half a shit.
Eivor and Ubba began to burn down the silos.
Ubba:All this sneaking about is giving me a cramp in my arse.
Eivor:It is hard to be quiet with you complaining.
As they burned the silos, Eivor and Ubba overheard a conversation from within the longhouse.
Anglo-Saxon Soldier 1:Danes are crawling all over Suthsexe! We must bolster the fyrds. Recruit more soldiers!
Anglo-Saxon Soldier 2:The king's already pulled every able man into his service. Scanty pickings out there.
Anglo-Saxon Man 1:They ain't proper soldiers, either. Farmers and tradesmen. The last showed up with hayforks and shovels!
Anglo-Saxon Soldier 1:I don't want excuses. I need more men!
Eivor:Little do they dream how close we have come already.
Ubba:Farmers and tradesmen! This land is ours for the taking.
Eivor and Ubba continued to destroy the silos.
Ubba:Hiding like field mice. It is not our way.
Eivor:We are not hiding like field mice. We are stalking like lynxes.
The soldiers and the villagers noticed the Vikings' attack.
Anglo-Saxon Man 2:Danes! The Danes have come! Call the thegn!
Eivor:They spotted us!
Ubba:Thank Odin for that! I am sick of skulking around. Now where's the big man?
