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Eivor and Bjorn attacked Beodoricsworth, killing many soldiers to flush out the Mercian lord.
Bjorn:Show yourself, cowards!
Eivor:To me, Njal! Bjorn!
After much death, the lord showed himself.
Bjorn:You killed her! My Alfhild! Why?
Anglo-Saxon Soldier:I've always wanted to fight a berserker. And a white bear rug will make a fine trophy.
Eivor killed the lord.
Bjorn:It's done. Let's leave this blasted place.
Eivor left with Bjorn and Njal.
Eivor:Bjorn! Your enemy has fallen. You have your revenge.
Bjorn:Yes. But now I fear I must ask you one last thing, should you be willing.
Eivor:What is it?
Bjorn:Njal is tired. I wil tend to her beneath the tree where this all began. Please, bring her some of her favorite flowers. They look like...
Eivor:I know the ones. I'll gather them and meet you beneath the gallows tree. Eivor made to leave and heard Bjorn talking to Njal.
Bjorn:Stay strong, my child. Bjorn is here.
Eivor:I saw some of Njal's favorite flowers growing behind the gallows tree.
Eivor rode to the flower field behind the gallows tree.
Eivor:His wife's grave. No wonder he visits this tree often.
She collected some of the flowers near it.
Eivor:Flowers for Njal. Now to meet Bjorn beneath the gallows tree.
She found a solemn Bjorn watching over a dead Njal.
Bjorn:I brought her here. Where it began. Where it ends.
Eivor:I understand.
She handed him the flowers.
Bjorn:They hung my wife in this tree and buried her among its roots.
Eivor:A grim and undeserved fate.
Bjorn:We took Njal in as acub, she and I. No children of our own. Now both are gone, yet I remain. Dear Njal. You were always at my side, for the better years of my life. Why must it end like this?
Eivor:We strive for fame, and glory, and good deeds. Naught else can we do.
Bjorn:Yes. Even the gods will die.
Eivor:The Nornir stitch our dooms and none can go against the thread.
Bjorn nodded with understanding.
Bjorn:We are but single threads, and who knows what pattern they weave.
Eivor:Njal sleeps at the All-Father's feet tonight.
Bjorn:Yes. They let loyal hounds into the Hall of the Brave. So Njal too is there. With Alfhild.
Eivor:The Nornir stitch our dooms and none may go against the thread.
Bjorn nodded with understanding.
Bjorn:We are but single threads, and who knows what pattern they weave.
They prepared a funeral pyre for Njal and sent her off to Valhalla.
Bjorn:Before, you asked if I would join your clan. I am ready.
Eivor:Good. There will be a place for you on my longship and in my clan.
Bjorn:I shall sing of Alfhild and Njal during our travels, sing of their deeds. And I will carry their names into battle.
Eivor:When you are ready, follow the River Nene to my settlement. We shall welcome you as a brother.
Bjorn:I will be the berserker of the Raven Clan.
Outcome
Eivor and Bjorn avenged Alfhild’s death, killing the Mercian lord who hung her, and gave Njal a proper funeral beneath the gallows tree. Bjorn subsequently joined the Raven Clan as a jomsviking.
