Fire in distant lands

In a snow-covered hut, Anders sat eating a plate of boiled wheat that had some dried fish on it.

As he was about to eat another spoonful of his food, the door of the hut was opened and a woman entered from outside with a black hood covering her head.

The woman ignoring the corpses on the floor walked to the table where Anders is sitting "You don't think that if you are going to kill a family of one of your warriors, you should at least take the time to clean their corpses.

It is quite unpleasant to step on the guts of children; I have enough with stepping on shit in the port. "

Anders frowned, then took the wooden plate and emptied the contents at the feet of the woman beside him.

"I suppose they are dirty now, so you shouldn't have any complaints about the blood and guts on the floor."

The woman just exhaled and took one chair so she could sit in front of the Berserker, "Anders in the evening will begin our cleaning of the capital.

Thanks to Olson, the group of warriors loyal to the old king is repelled an invasion of Christians on the wall of Danevirke ... "

Anders put his dagger on the woman's neck and interrupted her "Don't tell me things I already know, just tell me what signal to expect."

"The barn in the city is going to burn, and at that moment you will have to act."

Anders laughed as he removed his dagger from the woman's neck, "You see that you can be obedient and you don't need to give too much information."

The woman smiled at Anders and walked towards the exit of the house, but did not come out, she stopped at the door, "Anders I remind you that you are only a dog and if you point a dagger at me again, I will cut your eggs and put them in your mouth.

I hope you have understood. Now if you excuse me, I have to go face my bastard husband. "

At the end of saying those words the woman left the hut and Anders only frowned "Damn bitch, if only you don't need your family troops I would love to play with your body and then leave your head in the bigger shit than can find. "

After saying those words, Anders went over to the hut's stove and helped himself to another plate of wheat. "Even though you screamed like a bitch when I killed your kids, I have to admit you did a good job making this meal."

Using his wooden spoon he pointed to the ground where was the corpse of a woman who had no eyes "It is a pity that your husband is a vile traitor and that the king asked me to kill them.

But it is not all bad news, as the king who ordered your death will also die by my hand. "

While this was happening, in the city barn two guards were guarding the entrance of the building.

"You don't think tonight is too calm, generally at this time the prostitutes we often go to should be there."

"That may be because the vast majority of the army went to the wall of Danevirke to defend the kingdom from the invasion of the Franks, and you know that the prostitutes go with them.

By the way, Sten, you think you could go into the barn to check if there are rats; I think it would be convenient to check that they are not eating the grain. "

"Of course, why not?"

Sten then opened the barn door and looked for a rat to kill because if they let one open the grain sacks they would be punished.

While he was going through the sacks, he smelled a burning aroma, so he quickly turned around and noticed that the door was on fire.

This caused Sten to be scared because if the door was burning it meant that he could not possibly get out of that place, since there was no other way out.

"Henning, the barn door is burning. Please seek help."

Sten yelled with all his might but could not hear any response, Henning for his part ignored his partner's screams and using his torch burned as much of the barn as he could.

"I'm sorry Sten but your death is necessary, as is the burning of the barn.

But don't worry, I'm sure that the Berserker Anders took care of your family, you know it's a real shame, your wife was too beautiful and if everything they say that Anders is true ...

Poor bitch. "

Sten, who couldn't hear what Henning was saying, did his best to search the barn for something that would let him out.

No matter how hard he looked, he could find nothing useful that would allow him to flee the place, so in a desperate act he opened one sack and it was then that he fell to his knees while looking with horror inside that sack.

Unfortunately for him, there was no grain inside the sack, but only full of dry tree leaves and some pieces of wood, which seemed to be covered with a black substance that smelled strange.

Sten came out of the trance he was in when he saw how a fireclay fell on one sack, at that moment the sack caught fire almost instantly.

Making a chain reaction which caused all the bags to ignite.

Sten could feel the heat of the fire spread throughout his skin, as the flames burned his clothes, which caused him to scream in pain.

Their heartrending screams could be heard inside the barn which was already completely on fire.

Outside, Henning stared proudly at what he had accomplished as if the fire brought him comfort. Even almost unconsciously he felt the need to laugh.

But everything was left alone in his mind as he felt a warm liquid running down his torso. When he looked down he realized that a sword had pierced him, immediately causing his body to fall to the ground.

He coughed up some blood before everything went dark.