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(Lagertha POV)

I really didn't know my husband, I had heard of warriors going into a frenzy ... but Ulf was different. He fought like a bear, but not like an animal. He was cold, calculating, he allowed women to be rap_ed just because it would be easier to kill them later. During the fight, he either acted as if they would amuse him or bored him if the opponent was weak ... He tore a man's head with his bare hands and he did it only because he wanted to ... or as if it was to be a warning to others ... but he saved me, I could be that woman from the farm. Frida said that I will marry a great warrior someday, now I know it's true. But why is it different on a daily basis?

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I left Kattegat and headed north, I was wondering if I should give up, but I haven't had such entertainment for a long time, and secondly I wanted to save Siggy, she will not be married forever.

Before I did that, I changed into the clothes of one of the dead, I took with me two hatchets, spears, two knives and a sword. I also borrowed the shields and the helmet from the man I killed. It was easy to trace them, a group of men, one woman and three children leave many traces. Especially if they don't even try to cover them. Two hours later, I saw a small camp set up in a forest clearing. I watched them from behind the trees, trying to stay unnoticed if I was exposed, the colors on my shield and clothes are their Jarl's.

I saw a few men dig graves, but they were shallow ... such a burial is an insult to the family of the deceased. The grave must be deep enough that the wolf and foxes will not start to eat the corpse, the shallow grave is nothing more than an invitation to dinner for forest animals. After a while Siggy was brought in, she was half-naked, her dress was torn and her breasts were exposed... and she had beautiful breasts, then two young boys were brought ... and for this moment I waited. Now I just wait until they cut off their heads and throw them in their graves, then I'll attack them.

I did not have to wait long, the head of the first boy rolled on the ground, Siggy, seeing this, fainted, a moment later the head of the second boy rolled on the ground ... and so the future Jarl Haraldson lost his sons and only heirs.

I put the knife in my left hand and slowly made my way out of the trees. My clothes were bloody, I was limping, the helmet was covering my face ...

- We were ... attacked ... people there ... are dying.

I pretended to fall on one knee and covered the other with my shield. Two of Jarl's men ran up to me at the same moment.

As they tried to help me up from my knees, I stuck a knife into the jaw of the warrior on the left. I grabbed the other by the throat and crushed his trachea. Several people ran towards me, I killed two by throwing axes, then grabbed my shield and spear.

I shielded myself from the attack and immediately pushed the blow away, my opponent also had a shield, but it covered only the upper part of his body ... the spear hit his knee, its blade went right through. The man fell to the ground, but others were already running. Two more were within my reach, but only one was exposed. Perhaps he saw his friend get hit in the knee and decided to lower the shield ... but he did it too low. I faked the attack on someone else, and as my target took a step towards me, I slashed both cheeks with a quick spear attack and knocked out a few of his teeth.

The whole fight lasted no longer than an hour, I was standing covered in blood, and the dead and wounded were lying around me ... I walked from one to the other and killed everyone who gave signs of life. I also made a makeshift backpack and packed it with everything that was more valuable. I left Jarl Troels for last, he was injured, but he is unlikely to die ... he will not die right now. I tied him up with rags and ropes that I found at the campsite. I put my backpack on, picked up Siggy, who was still unconscious, and her daughter. I let Jarl go ahead and we headed for the Kattegat.

After an hour or so the little girl started crying, and that woke Siggy up.

- I think she's hungry, that's why she's crying.

- What happened ... how ... I ... where are my sons?

- They weren't alive when I got there. Their heads were cut off and you were unconscious.

Her eyes glazed, a few tears trickled down her cheek, but she quickly returned to herself, the time for mourning would come later.

- Ulf, how did you free me?

- I killed everyone. Besides Jarl, he's yours.

The baby started to cry even louder, I handed daughter to Siggy and she started feeding her ... and I had an erection.

It took us over 3 hours to get back to Kattegat, people gathered to see what happened. I took Siggy and her daughter to her house and left them there. I tied Jarl to a wooden beam in front of the house. Lagertha ran up to me, apparently decided to come back to Kattegat, and started asking me what had happened. I briefly told the course of events and we were about to return when Siggy came out of the house, walked over to Jarl and cut his throat. I shook my head disapprovingly.

- What a waste of good suffering.

I looked at Lagerth and kissed her head.

- Let's go home, I'll clean the bodies, and tomorrow I'll make new furniture.