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Buuua que bueno

A feast was served by Saxon women slaves - ale, mead, birch wine, pork, beef, duck, dried cod and haddock, eels, crabs and goose, bread, cheese, honey and butter.

Father Willibald feared the food might be poisoned.

I ate a leg of goose. ‘There,’ I said, ‘I’m still alive.’

‘Praise God,’ Willibald said, still watching me anxiously.

‘Praise Thor,’ I said, ‘this is his hill.’

Me gustan los cambios…es como ver otra temporada, mismos personajes, distintas tramas

Water dripped from oar-blades, spreading ripples in a sea that was shining slabs of light that slowly shifted and parted, joined and slid. Our ship was poised on that shifting light, silent. The sky to the east was molten gold pouring around a bank of sun-drenched cloud, while the rest was blue. Pale blue to the east and dark blue to the west where night fled towards the unknown lands beyond the distant ocean

‘Their god does seem to have power,’ Erik said. I slid Serpent-Breath into her scabbard and Erik saw the silver cross that decorated her pommel. ‘You must think so too?’ ‘That was a gift,’ I said, ‘from a woman. A lover. Then the Christian god took hold of her and she loves men no more.’ Erik reached out and touched the cross tentatively. ‘You don’t think it gives the blade power?’ he asked.

It is strange what men talk about before battle. Anything except what faces them. I have stood in a shield wall, staring at an enemy bright with blades and dark with menace, and heard two of my men argue furiously about which tavern brewed the best ale. Fear hovers in the air like a cloud and we talk of nothing to pretend that the cloud is not there.

Me pone nerviosa que cada vez que mencione algo de los libros pasados tenga que explicarlo de nuevo.

Because fate cannot be cheated, it governs us, and we are all its slaves.

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