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Eivor:I won't know until we meet again. At a place called the Wolds.
Eivor:I fought some hard battles at Faravid's side and found him to be an honorable man.
Halfdan:No, no, he's a wily one, that man. He's got you fooled as well. You must keep digging. Where is he now, what's he doing?
Eivor:We're to meet at a place called the Wolds.
Halfdan:Good, go to him. Watch. Listen. Unearth his lies. You'll find them.
Eivor:If you fear poison, lord, you must consider everything. Even Moira's brew.
Halfdan:Impossible. Moira has been with me for an age. She's no witch, she's kind and... Hm. Perhaps you could speak with her, find out for yourself. She stays within Donecaestre, not far from here. If you learn something, find me north of Donecaestre. One of my scout there has troubling news.
As Eivor was about to leave, Halfdan ordered his dog.
Halfdan:Heel, Beonton! We're going for a walk, down to the temple.
Eivor spoke to herself.
Eivor:I should see Moira about this brew she's been feeding Halfdan.
Eivor located Moira's hut and entered.
Eivor:Moira's not here.
Eivor looked around, found a letter, and read it.
Urgent Letter: Dear Sister Moira,
We spoke about the feast about my wife's condition, but I fear that it worsened. I fear that she may not wake again.
Eivor:This letter came from Wyke. She must have gone there. I should go to Wyke. Find Moira.
Eivor travelled to Wyke and then arrived at the village.
Eivor:It's a small village. Moira's house must be near.
Eivor located Moira's house, where a group of villagers were protesting outside while Moira was inside.
Anglo-Saxon Man 1:C'mon outta there, you heathen lover!
Moira:Away from my house, you ruffians!
Eivor talked to the shouting man.
Eivor:What's this ruckus?
Anglo-Saxon Man 1:Stand back, Dane. There's a witch within that house. We've come to burn it down.
Eivor:She's no witch, she's Halfdan's healer.
Anglo-Saxon Man 1:That proves it! Dark magic, that is!
Eivor:Clear out, all of you! Before I beat you senseless.
The group remained protesting.
Anglo-Saxon Man 1:You can't hide forever!
Eivor broke her way in through the roof.
Moira:O, goodness! You're not ... not one of them. You must help me slip free.
Eivor also found a journal note of Moira's.
Journal Page: Is God testing me? Has he put a heathen man, one who forsakes the love and sacrifice of Christ himself, to test my ability to love others? To love my enemies, that I may find the closure for those lost to this same plague that seems to be ailing Halfdan.
Mother, you taught me to love all regardless even as I am shunned by my brethren. I am trying my best, mother. Alas, back then, it was not enough to save you. I hope it will be different this time.
Eivor spoke with Moira.
Eivor:Moira, we must go. Before they burn your cottage to cinders.
Moira:I can't go out there! They'll steal me away and burn me at the stake.
Eivor:All right. I see two ways out of this but neither is without risk.
Moira:Do what you must, only hurry. I leave myself in your hands.
Eivor:I am as good with words as I am with weapons. It will take some convincing, but I can talk my way out of this.
Moira:Lead on, then. I shall follow.
Eivor headed outside to deal with mob.
Eivor:Go home, all of you. This woman is in my care now.
Anglo-Saxon Man 1:Who died and made you sovereign of Northumbria now?
Eivor:You give a good scream and fall. Then I'll carry you through the mob as if I've done you serious harm.
Moira:O Lord above have mercy. Yes, fine. I'll do it. Whatever it takes.
Moira:(scream)
Eivor:Time to be convincing.
Eivor held Moira over her shoulder and walked outside.
Anglo-Saxon Man 2:Yes, that's right! Sinners deserve to die!
Moira:Are they gone? Thank the light!
As they escaped, the villagers went inside Moira's house.
If Eivor chose to talk her way out of the problem, she got rid of the mob in a certain manner.
Eivor:I am the Wolf-Kissed. Killer of men, Feeder of Ravens. Stand back or I will your bones as ornaments.
Anglo-Saxon Man 1:Jesus. Ease up now. We was only protecting our hamlet here. Tell Halfdan he can have 'er.
The mob ran away screaming.
Eivor:Stand back, ceorls. This woman serves Halfdan Ragnarsson.
Anglo-Saxon Man 1:Pfft. We're not moving, heathen. We're watching you.
The mob remained as Eivor had to find another option to get rid of them.
Eivor:You will talk to my fists!
Anglo-Saxon Man 1:Up your arse, Odin-fucker.
Eivor engaged in hand-to-hand combat with the mob leader.
Anglo-Saxon Man 1:This'll be fun. You can't take us all on.
Eivor won the match and the mob ran away screaming.
If Eivor assaulted one of the mob without any conversation, they dispersed as well.
Eivor:Now, leave this woman alone. Even look her way again and it will be the last thing you see. Moira, it is safe to go.
After the mob ceased, Eivor spoke to Moira away from her house.
Eivor:We'll be safe here.
Moira:Thank you, Eivor. A thousand times, I thank you.
Eivor:And if I asked you to drink your own brew?
Moira:I would, gladly. And often do, from time to time. To ensure it is not overly bitter before serving to Halfdan.
Eivor:When you said there's no cure for what ails Halfdan ... you mean he's touched in the head?
Moira:I fear so. The same malady bedeviled my mother. The body breaks down and the mind falls apart over time. It's a terrible thing.
Eivor:I need your help, Moira. The brews you mix for Halfdan. What goes into them?
Moira:O, quite a diverse mixture, let me see... lavender, rosemary, meadowsweet, yarrow, soothing herbs, nothing uncommon.
Eivor:Can you cure his illness with such a brew?
Moira:My medicine is meant to alleviate his pain, not cure it. I fear there is no cure at all for what ails Halfdan.
Eivor:I should return to Halfdan. He said he would be at the Temple of Flora.
Moira:Tread lightly this topic with him. If you would tread it at all.
Eivor left and went to meet Halfdan. Eivor arrived at the Temple of Brigantia, where she heard Halfdan shout.
Halfdan:Who's out there?
Eivor went in and spoke to Halfdan.
Eivor:Halfdan, good to find you here.
Halfdan:The Raven-Feeder returns. Now keep quiet. I'm hunting a band of traitors lurking about this swamp.
Eivor:Who told you there were traitors here?
Halfdan:My scout. He asked me to join him here, but he's nowhere to be found. Have a look around, tell me if you see something.
As she was about to investigate, Halfdan shouted hints at her as he looked for his scout.
Halfdan:Eivor, search the perches and lookouts here. He could be spying from above. Olav! Speak to us! Where are you?
Eivor investigated the premises and found the dying scout on top of a column.
Eivor:He's clinging to life. I should carry him down.
Eivor carried the scout.
Olav:Ugh ... h-help ... ngh...
Once Eivor brought him down, Halfdan noticed Eivor with his scout.
Halfdan:Olav!
Eivor put Olav on the ground.
Eivor:I found your scout, but his wounds are grave.
Halfdan:Olav. Poor Olav ... he'll be buried with honors, I'll see to that.
Beonton whimpered.
Halfdan:Walk the bridge, old friend. I will see you on the other side. Beonton may track his attackers. Get 'em, boy.
Beonton tracked as Eivor and Halfdan followed.
Halfdan:Good boy! Follow their trail!
As Beonton led, Halfdan shouted out commands.
Halfdan:Sniff 'em out, boy! We'll paint the ground with their blood!
Eivor:Looks abandoned. Are you sure someone is here?
Halfdan:The trail ends, but nobody's here. Hmph.
As all went inside the ruins, Eivor searched and located a secret passage.
Eivor:Here, a hidden entrance. They might be lurking below.
Eivor went to the bottom of the entrance.
Eivor:These pipes burst and flooded the tunnel.
Halfdan:Even this old Roman work cannot withstand the icy kiss of winter's goddess.
Eivor:Look there! The pipes cut through that wall. Could there be more rooms beyond?
Eivor worked her way into the other room but helped Halfdan make his way in there as well.
Halfdan:Eivor! Something's there!
Eivor:Hold on. We'll find a way through.
Eivor looked around and found an oil canteen. Eivor used the oil canteen and blew up the obstruction blocking Halfdan's way.
Halfdan:You've done it! We must hurry.
Eivor and Halfdan found a sturdy door and forced opened it. They walked into a room filled Roman riches.
Eivor:The Romans were fine craftsman. These chambers are vast and decorated, and laced with piping.
Halfdan:Yet, they went mad and vanished, just like their gods. Moira's books tell us so. Ah! Here you see! Spoils of war. Mine. Stolen from me! (scream)
Halfdan tossed a grail to the side as Eivor looked on.
Halfdan:I am beset on all sides, Eivor. By plotters and schemers.
Eivor:What kings and jarls are not? Your territory is vast and wealthy.
Halfdan:Every day, decisions I make change the lives of thousands. It is a burden few could bear. Yet, I do. I do.
Eivor nodded.
Halfdan:You spoke with Moira. What did you learn?
Eivor:She means well. I don't believe she would poison you, not willingly.
Halfdan:(grunts)
Eivor:She also said she's your illness before. In her own family. Said it came on slow but was ... incurable.
Halfdan:No ... No no no. This is not an illness. This is poison. Somehow, someone is poisoning me!
Eivor:Shhh! Listen...
Eivor and Halfdan heard voices from above.
Halfdan:These will be thieves who stole my tribute.
Both warriors found an exit and headed outside. They were greeted by Ulf.
Ulf:Wolf-Kissed and Halfdan, well met! Come, fill your bellies with mead.
Halfdan:You stole this tribute! By rights this is mine! It was meant for me!
Ulf:We stole nothing! Faravid gifted this to us! For a hard day's battle!
Halfdan:And did you take my scout's, Olav, in that battle? Your brother in arms? Did he, too, have to die for this tribute?
Ulf:That was ... that was Olav? Damned fool, we thought he was a thief!
Halfdan:The only thieves here are the ones drinking my mead and spit-shining my silver. You! Cowards and traitors!
Ulf:We are owed this bounty, jarl! For battles won and blood let! Eivor, you tell him!
Eivor:This is treason. And treason is punishable by death.
Halfdan nodded and released his weapon as Ulf stepped back.
Ulf:Faravid treated us better than you ever did.
Ulf spat at Halfdan.
Halfdan:Faravid is nothing, and you are less.
Ulf and his men took out their weapons and fought against Eivor and Halfdan. Ulf and his men died by the warriors' hands.
Eivor:They only took their rightful share.
Halfdan:You are traitorous worms, but Eivor seems to think you deserve pity. So I will give it this once. Return my spoils to Donecaestre, and I'll wipe this day from my memory.
Ulf:I can't do that. It is our share. We fought for it, killed for it, bled for it. If we don't get the glory, we deserve our share—
Halfdan lifted his hammer and crushed Ulf's skull.
Eivor:The barking will stop!
Ulf's men feared Halfdan and relented.
Halfdan:They forced my hand.
Eivor:Take hold of your fear, Halfdan. It can poison your mind.
Halfdan:Faravid killed this man, not me! He forced my hand with slights and trickery! He—
Halfdan stopped and started to cough.
Halfdan:(coughing)
Eivor patted his back as Halfdan stood straight.
Halfdan:Forgive me, I ... I find it hot in these furs. The day must be warming. You have a meeting with Faravid. Isn't that right?
Eivor:I do. At the Wolds.
Halfdan:Yes, I know the place well. It's on the road between Jorvik and Picheringa.
Halfdan took some time to think.
Halfdan:Press him, Eivor. As hard as you can! Never let up! And bring me proof of his treachery ... or otherwise.
About to leave, Eivor heard Halfdan muttering to himself.
Halfdan:Traitors ... thieves ... no right! They had no right to ... it's rightfully mine, yes, yes ...
Outcome
After Halfdan killed Ulf, Eivor was told to visit Faravid and to continue her investigation.
