Chapter 6

"Ravn used to say: "Never Fight Ubba."... Looks like East Anglia has just made that mistake."

Standing on a hill, Uhtred spoke. From the hill you could see East Anglia on fire, smoke covered the top of East Anglia like fog. Turning away, Brida walked away saying.

"We should stay away for now. Build our own fire." Following Brida to a forest until night, grabbing dry wood for a fire. Friedrich grabbed his Black Wolf fur coat off the horse and sat at the fire.

"Ubba is unpredictable, he only listens to the gods." Laying on her fur coat. Uhtred responded to Brida while Friedrich listened intently, sitting, raised knee leaning on his arm.

"I know. He only listens to a sorcerer. And he's half mad." Uhtred Getting Earl Ragnar's Fur coat, Brida asked.

"How will we approach him?" Answering immediately.

"As a man... It has to be done."

"Yes, it has to be done. But we need to guard your life." Looking at each other, Uhtred wondered "How?" Shaking her head honestly while saying "I don't know."

Coming after their little conversation, the atmosphere turned quiet thinking about how to approach Cheifitan, Earl Ubba. Getting nothing, Friedrich gave them a idea.

"We need to take something that is important to Ubba. Something he needs that could shield our life, a hostage... Storri, his sorcerer."

Listening to Friedrich's Idea, Brida and Uhtred took some time to think about it. Coming to the conclusion that it would be successful, they went to asleep for tomorrow.

[Kingdom of East Anglia: Bury St Edmunds]

Coming up with a plan to infiltrate the City. Walking into the walls and moving along the muddy road going past wood/stone huts for house's, Uhtred had a rope around Brida's neck like a slave while Friedrich was Infront being his usual self that was imposing due to his size and Danish Tattoo's.

"Who is this woman? Why is she not her back?" Stopped by a Dane that was Uhtred's size, Friedrich gave the man props for his balls to face him. Shoving the man's hand away almost throwing him, Friedrich said.

"Not that it's your concern, but she's for Storri, a Saxon Whore from Ubba." Getting no reply from the man, just a bit of fear like the rest that Friedrich Faced. The man Saw Uhtred and said.

"I've seen you before." About to grab his arm, Uhtred spoke while facing him.

"I served Earl Ragnar and now I serve Ubba... You'll see me again, I'm sure boy." Hearing a female scream while getting taken away by Danes. Friedrich just looked without caring.

Getting told by the man, Storri was in the monastery. The group walked in there and went to the Praying room, finding king Edmund on a cross, Priests dead on the floor with Storri stabbing one to make sure.

"Hello?" Uhtred checked if someone was there.

"Leave or it will be the death of you! This Church is mine by the order of Ubba." Coming out from underneath a Pillar, Storri a man standing at 5'6 with a Sorcerer robe and scruffy hair.

"Mast Storri, we have a gift for you."

"Really?" Storri asked with caution.

"She is from Earl Ubba." Uhtred said gradually making things up by the second.

"A woman? Why would Ubba send me a woman? I have no need for a woman." Cleaning his hand, Uhtred carried on to explain.

"She's a Sorceress. He wishes her dead but is afraid of a curse. Saggy tits, stinking breath, but... You will be rewarded. Her head's weight in silver." Almost laughing out loud, Storri just noticed the big man that was behind Uhtred with a calm face expression which didn't show his feelings inside.

He had a feeling that person was as Danger's as Ubba, maybe more. Walking upto Brida while inspecting her.

"A Sorceress? ...She has the face of a she-wolf. Does she bite?" Making a joke, Uhtred confirmed with almost laughing.

"Yes, she bites."

"Leave her with me. I will do as Ubba asks, and she will die... Slowly."

Kicking Storri in the leg getting a grunt, Brida wrapped the man with the rope around his neck. Crouching down to his tab, she said.

"You belong to me now, old man, and you will die slowly unless you do as I say. On your feet, we're going to take a walk, and you will keep your mouth shut!" Dragging the Sorcerer away from the room. Friedrich looked at Edmund with an Unexplainable Expression, noticing he was gonna wake up, he followed the other 2.

"This is foolish, Ubba will come look for me, and he will be here soon."

"I said be quiet " Brida pointed a dagger to his neck and spoke quietly.

"I'll wait here for Ubba. You go as quick as possible." Friedrich spoke before Uhtred, all he wanted to do is clear his name and Uhtred's. He knew Ubba wouldn't listen but at least he could try.

"I'll come along side you." Uhtred said immediately. Taking a second to steer at Uhtred, getting no reply and staying firm to his decision. Friedrich allowed him.

Waiting in a spare room outside the Praying room. Both men heard horse's and Ubba's voice, questioning where Storri is.

Listening in on the voices, Friedrich could hear a new voice. Guthrum was there as well. Edmund was speaking about how God decides everything and Guthrum saying how the Vikings shouldn't allow so many to live.

Ubba and Guthrum having a conversation about this, Uhtred exited the room and went to the door where Ubba was.

"Earl Ubba."

Turning his head to the door, he saw a brown haired lad with Earl Ragnar's chest armour on. Walking to right of Uhtred slowly getting closer.

"I know you." Ubba simply said.

"I am Uhtred Ragnarson and this is my brother, Friedrich Ragnarson. We are here with the truth of how our father died." Too angry to notice the Massive teen boy with tattoos behind Uhtred. Ubba spoke up Angrily.

"Yes, you are Ragnar's slave, and you killed him!" Unsheathing his sword by his waist, Friedrich got in the middle of the advancing blonde man and pointed his sword at Ubba. Speaking slowly, coldness was laced in his voice.

"Don't. Try. Anything. Stupid. Earl Ubba, unlike my brother, I don't take things likely." Face to face steering intently, Uhtred lowed Friedrich's arm and said to Ubba.

"I don't know what stories you've heard, but Earl Ragnar was killed by his own, by Danes." Spitting on the ground where Uhtred is, Uhtred hurriedly spoken.

"His former ship's master Kjartan and his half-bind son Sven, they led the attack on a sleeping wedding party."

"Can't you see that we are entertaining a king?" Guthrum cleaned his sword while speaking. Something that no one noticed was Guthrum looking at Friedrich with amazement, only he noticed how fast he moved to block Ubba's path.

"Lord Ubba, I am telling you that Earl Ragnar was killed by Danes!" Speaking with conviction, Friedrich sword was already sheathed.

"You will be quiet boy! And you will wait." He shouted.

"Bar the doors. They do not leave. Guthrum is right we are entertaining a king, so no more interruptions." Commanding his troops, one of his men tried to push Friedrich of the door frame, but only stopping for his turned head. Walking away from it, The men closed the doors. Friedrich didn't care, he could kill all the men in here including Ubba and Guthrum with some Minor Injuries, but he didn't want the rumours to be true.

"I just have to know, who is that? Mmm! His eyes are watching me." Ubba questioned Edmund, while going to a painting behind him.

"And me." Guthrum said.

"Who's... Who's what? Who?" The crouched, bloody head, Edmund asked Fearfully.

Walking Infront of Edmund, Ubba said pointing to the painting, a man shot with arrows. "The other half-naked image there..."

"*Sigh* That is Saint Sebastian. A former Roman soldier who found God." He said with an all praying voice like he was praising a god.

"Found him where?" Guthrum finished wiping blood of his hand and looked at him.

"He... He found him in his heart! Not..." Edmund looked at Guthrum like he was an idea. Ubba looked at the painting than down to Edmund with an expression showing disgust, probably believing the man was gay.

"Do you wish me to tell you the story?" He asked Ubba.

"I have time." Said like he was missing something.

Sitting Infront of him, Edmund told him how, God saved Sebastian from arrows but sadly dying after getting clubbed to death. Than he mentioned how he was still alive but in heaven.

"I have Heard mention of this Heaven ." Guthrum said while sitting down.

"What is this "Heaven"? " Standing back up, Ubba asked getting a response from Uhtred.

"Heaven is Valhalla, lord, to the Christians, but without the fighting, feasting, and humping." Uhtred explained to Ubba.

"Heaven is Heaven, it is not heathen!" Expressed the Crawling Edmund, Friedrich felt sorry a little but nothing else.

"But to answer your very first question. I... I have considered your offer and, yes, I will continue to rule East Anglia as you suggest. I will suffer your presence and I will provide you with horses, food, coin, and hostages. I will do all that you demand. But... Only if you, Lord Ubba, and all of your men... Submit to God. That is my demand. You must be baptized." Pointing his finger at Ubba, Friedrich didn't feel no feeling towards the man after what he said. He felt the same way like Ravn, you shouldn't be king if you aren't powerful enough. He just used his kingdom as a sacrifice just for some Danes to be Baptized... Stupid thinking.

Turning to Uhtred and Friedrich for them to explain, Friedrich decided to explain.

"You must Stand in a barrel full of water and they pour more water over you." Ubba turned to Edmund and said with a raised eyebrow.

"They want to wash me?"

"Your Scent upsets them, Ubba." Guthrum said as a joke, smacking his arm with a first lightly.

"No, to cleanse you of your sins! There's only one God and I demand that you serve Him!"

"Kill him now!" Shouted the enraged Guthrum from Infront Uhtred that turned towards Edmund.

"Why must I serve him?" Ubba Asked going behind a pillar of the right side of Edmund.

"Because God is great, all-powerful, all-magnificent." Edmund dreamily said while raising his right hand like he was praying.

"Have him stop his tapping and prove it!" Guthrum Shouted, head looking at Ubba and pointed at Edmund.

"Ah, agreed. Prove to me your God is great. Prove it" Ubba grabbed a wooden mug of ale while leaning on a pillar.

"Prove... Look, here!" Gaining energy suddenly, ran to the Painting of Sebastian and said.

"God spared Saint Sebastian!" While tapping the painting.

"But the man still died." Ubba said while next to the alter.

"Because it was God's will!" He shouted at Ubba that was front of him.

"So would your God protect you from my arrows?" Ubba inquired.

"If he was all-powerful, he would." Guthrum said.

"Yes, if it was God's will, he would, yes!" Edmund said believing in his God too much.

"So let us try... We shall shoot arrows at you and, if you survive... *Chuckle* ...We will all be washed, including Guthrum here." Ubba said while his face was very close to Edmunds.

"Why not?" Guthrum didn't deny. Getting some quietness with Edmund giving different expressions.

"Very well. I will continue to be king, but we will dispense with the need for the baptisms. The, uh... The washing. I withdraw my request." Friedrich hearing this laughed in his head, he had soo much belief in his God, but now he is basically saying he has none.

"But you claim your God is all-powerful. I want it proven. Strip him." Pointed the tip of his axe at Edmund then commanded his men. "Archer's." Stripping him of his shirt.

"Wait!" Guthrum went up to Edmund and asked if he was afraid, getting: God is great. Leaving to go back towards his former spot.

"Shoot... Shoot!" Tried to command the Dane archer's.

"Ah... They are my men and only I tell them when to shoot." On the side, Ubba stopped the Archer's getting a happy sigh from Edmund.

"Shoot."

Releasing there Arrow's. All of them hit Edmunds chest, falling to the ground, groaning while trying to breath in a lot.

"Do you now wished to be clubbed, or will the arrows be sufficient?" Getting no reply, Edmund Died on that Spot.

Turning his head to the Young men, Ubba said " You've came a long way to tell me it was Danes and not you that killed Ragnar." Walking closer to Uhtred with an Calm voice. Putting up his guard, Friedrich was looking around seeing men surround them slowly.

"It's the truth. Why else would we be here?" Uhtred said honestly to Ubba.

"To spy, to lie." Ubba said looking away then to Uhtred.

"No, lord." Uhtred denied it straight away. Laughing a bit, Ubba looked serious also speaking serious as well.

"Perhaps to kill me."

"No, lord." Denying again.

"Have you both been washed?" Said a leaning Guthrum on their left.

"Yes, lord." Uhtred said, getting no reply from Friedrich.

"How did it feel... The washing?" Coming off the wall to lean his should on the pillar.

"Cold, lord. The water was cold." Uhtred looked at both men with honesty.

"Nothing else?" Guthrum continued.

"I was a child, lord. Now I am a Dane." Uhtred said speaking to Guthrum then turning to Ubba.

"You?" Guthrum said turning to Friedrich who looked to not care.

"I have not been washed, unlike my brother here." Friedrich said with a care free voice, inspecting his Fingers.

"Yes, a Dane." Not listening to Friedrich's answer, Ubba went up to a hesitant Uhtred and Hugged him. Friedrich put his hand on the handle of his sword, preparing for what was to come.

"So now let us see if Odin will protect you from the arrows." Ubba whispered into his ear. Backing up, Uhtred look at Ubba in shock, Ubba said while going behind the Archer's.

"I like this game. Strip them."

While Uhtred parried a man and hit him with his handle on his chest making him drop. 2 men came towards Friedrich getting a front kick from the first one sending him crashing against the wall and getting grabbed by the head, headbutted breaking his nose and knocked out.

"Not another step!" Uhtred said while pointing his dagger at the fallen man.

"Archer's at the ready." Targeting there bows at both, Friedrich, who was standing above 2 unconscious men while dusting his shoulder and a Uhtred that is leaning his back on a pillar.

"I have a Hostage!" Shouted Uhtred Urgently.

"What?"

"I have Storri!" Uhtred said putting his hands up slowly.

"Stop!" Ubba step forwards and Said it immediately, not wanting his sorcerer to die.

"If we die, your sorcerer dies and you're without his guidance." Pointing his hand at Ubba to try to convince him.

"He lies, I can smell it." Guthrum said while still in his same position.

Changing his head to Guthrum then Uhtred, Ubba didn't know who was speaking the truth. Uhtred seeing this grabbed something out of his amour and said.

"I have proof... His runes." Throwing them to Ubba, Catching and immediately noticing they are Storri's.

"Storri will be returned to you safely." Putting his hands out to act like he was reassuring the situation. Friedrich seeing all this just put his sword away and relaxed.

"Have them open the doors." Getting no Guthrum that try Ubba to kill Uhtred, seeing Friedrich take down 2 men like he was breathing changed his view point.

"I will release Storri when we are clear from his place." Stepping forward, Ubba said.

"You go nowhere."

"Then he dies! Your sorcerer dies!" Uhtred bargained there life's again for his and Friedrich.

"Have them open the doors." Uhtred said slowly. Getting a slow nod to the men at the doors, they opened it for Friedrich and Uhtred.

"One day, I will kill you." Exclaimed Ubba with honesty.

"Storri will tell you otherwise. And I am telling you the truth about Ragnar." Walking out with Friedrich, They heard Guthrum say something then Ubba's Scream and a smash.

20 Minutes to get where Brida was told to meet while telling the plan. Uhtred and Friedrich saw Brida sorting out her Fur coat on the saddle while they were on their horse's.

"Your both alive. That's good. Did he hear you?" Brida inquired facing both of them.

"He did not. Not even a single word." Friedrich said while relaxing then getting off the horse.

"What did he say?" Brida asked Friedrich, only to get a reply from Uhtred.

"That he'll kill me."

"Nothing else?" Brida turned to Uhtred with a Curious face.

"Where's Storri?"

"What did he say?" Yet again asking Uhtred, Friedrich walking to the open area without no trees and found Storri butt naked with a branch up his ass.

"Hahahahahah! He has a branch up his ass!" Holding his stomach, Friedrich leaned back up while wiping tears from his eyes.

"He is naked!" Uhtred said turning to Brida.

"It was necessary." Brida just looked at the horse that has a naked Storri and then back to Uhtred.

"He has a branch up his ass!" Uhtred said turning again to Brida.

"Which is why he is naked." Smiling at what she did, Uhtred just went up to the horse.

Relaxing on the tree seeing Uhtred speaking to Brida then Smacking the horse's butt to go. They started to speak again. Deciding to join, Friedrich heard.

"Brida, we are no longer Danes." Steering into her eyes with seriousness, Brida just nodded and looked about to cry while walking away. Walking past Friedrich without saying a word, he looked back towards her and then faced Uhtred saying helplessly.

"Think before you speak. All she has ever known was how to do and act like a Dane, Uhtred. Hearing what you said to her, abandoning something like that would be the same as leaving her first born. Because she can't do that." Hearing what Friedrich said, Uhtred looked upwards and felt a pat on back from Friedrich.

[Kingdom of Mercia: Oxford]

Arriving in Oxford after weeks of Traveling. Friedrich and Uhtred laughing around taking the piss out of each other, met a bald man doing Blacksmith. Both needing a sword, went towards the man.

"How much for your work? For a longsword." Shoulder Leaning on the corner of the Blacksmith shop. Uhtred asked the Bald Black Smith man.

"You tell me what you need and I'll tell you a price." Without looking at both men, the guy moved to find an equipment.

"A warrior's sword to last a lifetime." Uhtred said his wants.

"And what are you, Saxon or Dane?" Asking both men, he noticed Friedrich's Tattoo's that looked to have meaning in them from where the Danes come from.

Looking at Friedrich, Getting the usual calm and lazy nod. Uhtred played it safe and told him where they came from.

"Northumbria." Looking at both lads, Friedrich looked more Danish than Saxon with his tattoos, hair style and overall Aura that felt Calm, but Savagery hiding underneath waiting to explode. He face was more sharp like the Danes as well unlike Saxon's also he was big for a Saxon. Uhtred Looked also like a Dane but his face didn't, both had scars with a Dane Accent when they spoke.

"It will take some time to make her right... What about you big guy?" He asked the big Blonde man.

"I need a Sword that could also last a lifetime as well. I already have a sword but I always carry 2 to wield at the same time or for back up." Friedrich explained what kind of sword he wanted and got a confirmation that everything is possible.

"They will be Expensive than."

Talking about the price of the swords. They came to an agreement, 8 Silver pieces for Uhtred's Longsword. And 10 Pieces for Friedrich's Longsword, that had a custom made handle and guard. {AN: Posing What the Sword looks like here: }

Leaving. Both men bought/rented different places to stay, Uhtred and Brida then Friedrich on his own.

[Kingdom of Wessex: Winchester]

Walking in the halls of the palace where the king stays. {AN: Don't know the name of the place.} Beocca was heading towards Alfred's Location to inform him if something. Currently while he is walking in the hall to the room, in the room was Alfred with a woman sitting next to him while eating sloppy food.

She stood at 5'6, Slim body, Decent boobs that could entice any man, an Aura that felt nice to be around. She had Black hair with Black eyes, Slim face and currently a fake smile that couldn't be noticed by Alfred or anyone. The reason for this smile was her first hand experience of her Husband cheating on her with the woman serving them. This Woman was Aelswith, A completely different looking woman that still had the same opinions on Danes and Manipulative Personality.

"Ale, my lord?" Giving Alfred Ale to subside the nasty tase of the Sloppy food, Aelswith said to the girl.

"You stand to close, girl." Telling the girl to back up, Aelswith always had feelings to Alfred after her Father in Mercia told her of him. Still having somewhat feelings to him, she still felt hatred to both of them especially Alfred who broke Christian law about Marriage. To her that's worst than being cheated on, but now she had a question.

If he can do it, why can't I? The only thing that kept her from doing it was her Christian belief. Stop thinking along these tracks, she decided to end them. Looking at each other showing bad blood. Aelswith said again.

"You stand too close. It is broth not gruel." She told the servant making her step back, and countered Alfred's statement.

"Is it?" Alfred asked her while turning his head to her drinking his ale.

"Well, I think it is." Putting on a fake smile, she spoke in a joking way.

"You should be thanking God for His goodness, and the banishment of those awful cramps. I am happy to ear as you eat." Aelswith spoke with her remaining of her feelings, the other half of them feelings broke with what she saw.

"You are saintly, my dear. Father Beocca, join us for breakfast, I dare you." Opening the door when Alfred was speaking. Revealed to be Beocca, speaking he said.

"Alas, my lord, I've already eaten." Getting out of the Food or not, Alfred said again.

"You're fortunate." Crouching down to his left tab, Beocca informed him.

"Bad news, your lord. Your nephew Aethelwold." Aelswith spoke out.

"Isn't it always?" Beocca carried on not speaking on Aelswith words.

"He's drunk, he's sleeping in the palace gardens. Should I take him to the king? It's the second time this week." Getting Alfred's attention, turning his head. Aelswith raised her head and directly said.

"May God Strike h down... Painfully."

Sleeping on a ledge in the Garden was Aethelwold, blonde hair, height of 5'7, fat on his body. Getting kicked by a soldier standing at 6'4 with black hair.

"What? What?" Aethelwold was puzzled. Picking him up by his shirt, the man said.

"On your feet, boy."

"Wait, wait, wait." Aethelwold tried to calm him down and to stop.

"Come on, the king wants to see you." Beocca spoke from behind them while walking across the garden.

"Drunk! What, again? Do you think this is fit?" Ethelred, father of Aethelwold shouted at his son making his voice repeat all over the room.

"Out, all of you, leave us!" Ethelred Spoke loudly to the surrounding people to leave.

"Do you think this is fit?" He repeated yet again trying to get N Answer from his son.

"I have been mistreated!" The Failure of a son said to his father while his head leaned forward to him.

"I... You... You saw this for yourself! I demand that this... This bear is punished!" Stuttering all over the face and not answering his question, but diverge the conversation he pointed to the tall man on his left.

"Aethelwold, your years do not hide the fact that you are a disappointment." His own father told his son, savagely about his opinion of him.

"May I ask why?" Acting stupid again, Aethelwold asked his father.

"That you need to ask, tells your father all he needs to know." Turning to the right of him met a man standing at 6 foot, old, with brown eyes that showed wisdom.

"What?" Not understanding, Aethelwold asked his father after looking at both men

"You are an unsuitable heir. That is what." He explained to his Stupid and Unfit son for the throne about what his friend meant. Trying to speak out with no words coming out, finally after some time, Aethelwold spoke.

"Then I will change."

"You should." His father nodded knowing full well, he won't.

"I will." His son tried to sound like he had confidence to.

"Look, all I ask is that you become a man, and quickly." Putting his hands on either side of his Son's arm's, he spoke with warmth.

"Today... Today. I promise" His son responded. Taking his hands from off his son, he looked down to his son with an blank expression.

"Am I excused?" Aethelwold asked hurriedly, getting a gesture to leave confirmed that he could go. Following behind the Failure, The tall black haired man said "My lords..." With respect and a nod, they went out side the room.

Only on there won in the room, the king sat down on and said.

"I'm not convinced he is my son. If his mother was not ready dead, I would have her beheaded for adultery." Wheezing and laughing at his Friend's words, The old man called Odda, sat down next to him.

"If I'm to fall in battles that will come, he cannot be king." Ethelred looked at his friend and spoke with honest and conviction.

"You favour Alfred?" Odda asked his long time friend.

"I do." He confirmed his friends words.

"Even though he is often weak in body?" He questioned more to his king.

"Well, that his illness does not tie him to his bed, that shows the strength of my brother. Alfred is my Heir, he knows it." Having full trust in his brother, Ethelred beloved the opposite to what people would think of him as weak.

"And when the time comes, Odda, my friend, you must steer the Witan to make this choice." Putting his hand on his friends arm to show it is of great importance. His friend replied.

"My lord..."

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Massive Chapter, Don't you agree that your Author is such a Saint for being soo Generous. I gave out basically 2 Chapters in just one, 4500 words. I didn't understand how Aelswith doesn't hate Alfred in the Original Series, he isn't basically running all over her and her beliefs about supporting a of god's words.

This can help taint her from the idea of Cheating as well on him, Currently she's blocking this idea out of her head but she will definitely have Aethelflaed with Alfred to Go along with the marriage clause of making a heir for the throne. These things happen in History so it's not far fetch.

That's all I will say, for now. I will confirm that the woman I have mentioned to be in Harem are his Wife's. But he will have something similar to mistress's in the shadow that no one knows, they don't count as Harem member's in my opinion just some Romance then getting down to business.

That's all I have to say. All I ask for is Some Stones and Your opinion on the Fanfic to help me improve, Review this Fanfic as well and give some 5 stars. I'm sorry readers but I'm a bit shameless and greedy.

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