Eivor began her journey to meet with the lord of Northumbria, Halfdan Ragnarsson.
Dialogue
At Ravensthorpe, Eivor talked about pledging to Eurvicscire with Randvi.
Eivor:What awaits in Eurvicscire?
Randvi:Halfdan Ragnarsson, Conqueror of the North, sends his greeting. He wishes to meet with Eivor Wolf-Kissed personally.
Eivor:Halfdan Jarl. I have heard the man's name so often, I feel as though I know him already.
Randvi:He is currently tangled in a war with the Picts of the northern hills. I suspect he wants your council. Or your axe. If you are keen to meet him, he asks that you join him at his war camp. I have the location here.
Eivor pledged to Eurvicscire.
Eivor:I will go at once.
Randvi:With caution, Eivor. Eurvicscire is currently at war with the Picts, a proud clan that lives just beyond the Roman wall.
Eivor left Randvi and once again sailed and rode north of Mercia into the kingdom of Northumbria, entering Eurvicscire proper and proceeded to Anlaf's Lookout. When she arrived, Eivor noted the outpost was abandoned in a hurry and looked around.
Eivor:Signs of battle.
Eivor investigating the bodies and signs of battle around the outpost
As Eivor investigated, she noticed bodies and blood around.
Eivor:Hard fought on both sides.
She followed the trail of carnage leading away from the outpost.
Eivor:The battle climbed into the hills.
As she climbed the hills, Eivor noticed the remaining army of Halfdan and Faravid leading them.
Halfdan:Eivor, yes. Down in Mercia. Kingmaker with my brothers Ivarr and Ubba. And Finnr in East Anglia. From the tales I hear, I feared you might be taller.
Eivor:That's not a fear you feel often, I imagine.
Halfdan:So you answered my summons. But the timing is poor as you can see. Too many here are spent ... battle-sore ... thirsty. Faravid. Have your men build field pyres for the dead.
Faravid:At once, my jarl.
Halfdan hinting to speak with Eivor privately
As Faravid left, Halfdan's demeanor changed as he whispered to Eivor.
Halfdan:Not here. Not now.
Eivor nodded as Halfdan left.
Halfdan:Then to Donecaestre for a victory feast!
Faravid came back to talk with Eivor.
Faravid:The oldest son of Ragnar Lothbrok, so he says. What do you make of him?
Eivor:Heroic display. He makes a powerful first impression.
Faravid:Just the way he likes it. Welcome to Eurvicscire, friend.
Eivor:Well met, Faravid. I was hoping your jarl would be as welcoming. But I suppose I must earn his trust.
Eivor:Kings and jarls, bishops and earls, I've met them all. Halfdan is but a man like all the rest.
Faravid:He conquered East Anglia, took Northumbria for his own, and sacked Lunden. What warrior could claim more?
Eivor:Winning battles is easy. It's winning trust that brings an end of war.
Halfdan:What I think does not matter. I'm interested in what his men think of him. Is he honest, trustworthy, loyal?
Faravid:Is that why you've come here? To earn Halfdan's trust? To find a seat at his table?
Eivor:I have my own table. What I want is a bond of friendship between the new lords of England.
Halfdan:You gifted my silver to the karls and ceorls of Jorvik.
Eivor:To men and women who needed it most.
Halfdan:A foolish choice. The coin never left King Ricsige's treasury.
Faravid:The silver Eivor recovered there now pays for our war with the Picts.
Halfdan shook his head.
Halfdan:It is wasted fighting Picts. It should be put to better use.
Eivor:I try never to regret the decisions I make in a time of war.
Halfdan:Agreed. To second guess ourselves would only stall the victory. I don't regret sending Faravid to lead our strike against the Picts... in spite of Eivor winning the day.
Faravid:Eivor and I felled them, Halfdan Jarl, so you could sweep in, stab a few cold corpses, and claim a glorious victory.
Halfdan stood menacingly in response to Faravid's remark, then broke into laughter.
Halfdan:Old friend, your jests hit like Odin's spear, always on the mark.
Faravid:I would not be here without your hammer, great jarl. Please accept this, your share of the loot we won today.
Faravid handed Halfdan an ornate goblet.
Halfdan:A thing of beauty. Frankish, I believe. What do you think, Eivor?
Eivor:A fine piece of work, fit for the lips of a king.
Halfdan:Or a man who makes kings.
Eivor:A cup is a cup. What matters is the brew that sloshes inside.
Halfdan nodded in agreement.
Eivor:Wine goblets are for Roman kneelers. Give me a horn of mead any day.
Halfdan nodded in agreement.
Halfdan:There's wisdom in the one, Faravid.
Faravid nodded.
Faravid:By your leave, lord, I must return to my forward camp. It's a long, cold ride.
Halfdan nodded as Faravid left.
Halfdan:A two-faced, smirking glory hound...
Eivor:My lord, in your summons you said—
Halfdan asking Eivor to meet him atop of the tower
Halfdan:Shhh, not here, not now. Dance, sing, and fill yourself with ale, then meet me atop this tower of stone.
Eivor nodded.
Halfdan:There I will weave a tale of friendship and treachery. A tale as old as the world.
Halfdan took his leave as Eivor mingled with the occupants of Donecaestre.
Eivor may have tried to speak with Halfdan as he walked, though he was not ready to speak yet.
Halfdan:Not here. Let's get away from envious ears.
Eivor, if she had not done so, participated in some of the activities and overheard King Ricsige's brief talk with a soldier.
Ricsige:How true! I shall send a strongly worded note in protest.
Eivor:Gold is good and battle better, but glory never dies. Forever it lives in the hall of heroes, high on valor's steed.
Halfdan:Together, we have conquered. Together with my friends, my clan. Faravid above all others. One sword is not an army, Eivor. Even a hero needs loyal friends. I have never lost sight of that. Never!
Eivor:Have you room for one more among those you call friend?
Halfdan:What does friendship mean to you, Eivor?
Eivor:Friendship goes beyond words. It is a solemn bond, a chain unbroken.
Halfdan:Spoken like the volur. It is indeed a kind of magic.
Eivor:You wriggle like an eel in a basket, Halfdan. What has caught you?
Eivor:It's but a name for an alliance. What matters is keeping your oath.
Halfdan:A hard way to see the world. Hard, but fair.
Eivor:You wriggle like an eel in a basket, Halfdan. What has caught you?
Eivor:You wriggle like an eel in a basket, Halfdan. What has caught you?
Halfdan doubting Faravid's loyalty
Halfdan:Friendship can also spoil, like rotten meat. After all these years, he dares to bite my hand.
Eivor:Faravid? He seems a good and loyal man.
Halfdan:Seems, yes. As a bright sky in winter seems warm. But rumors fly of little men plotting treason in the dark.
Eivor:Have you proof of his treachery?
Halfdan:Not yet. That is where you enter my saga. Prove this for me. Discover if Faravid has been disloyal. Then we shall talk of oaths.
Eivor:Start me somewhere. Give me something to go on.
Halfdan:You see this? From a sea unicorn. I filter my mead and wine with it.
Eivor:I've heard of such beasts. They swim below the ice, beyond the world's edge.
Halfdan:And their horns protect against poison.
Eivor:You believe Faravid wants to poison you?
Halfdan:I fear he has tried. Countless times. And failed them all. You don't believe me, but I know the man. His gifts of wine. His easy smile. His envy. His plots. Learn the truth. Dig up... unearth this treason.
Eivor agreeing to Halfdan's request
Eivor:Why trust me with such a task?
Halfdan:Jorvik. You stopped the ill deeds of Audun and his swarm of rats. You can do the same here.
Eivor:Like a good sword, honor has two edges. I'll help you.
Halfdan:Faravid has left the feast already, heading for his camp upriver. Join his war band. And behind his back, dig.
Eivor:And if I find nothing? If he's a good and loyal man?
Halfdan:Even better, even better.
Eivor:Fair enough. I will find what I find, then return, my friend.
Eivor took her leave as Halfdan reiterated caution.
Halfdan:Don't let Faravid fool you. He's hiding something.
Outcome
Halfdan tasked Eivor to investigate Faravid and learns of his allegiance.