The Son Of Ragnar



Things were going well so far and Tyr had found a leeway, only if Uttredus cooperated like this young monk was about to do then maybe everyone would still be alive. 

The bloodshed was a necessity, they needed to understand to show these monks that they were a real threat and the man they clung to for hope could easily be put down. 

This broke their delusion and brought them back to the harsh realities of life. 

They were preys for greater evil and right now, they were standing in front of the greatest evil there was.

Wychard guided Tyr towards where the supposed treasures were, his legs were wobbly and his entire body trembled at the prospect of the threat that these Vikings carried. 

Uttredus had thought him how to speak their language because he did not know when it would come in handy but also because he was grooming Wychard to succeed him.

Never did he imagine it would be in such a manner, Wychard looked hesitant but Tyr was not threatened by this because he knew he could take him unarmed if the situation requested it but this in no way meant he planned on underestimating him.

Tyr knew all it took was one surprise blow to kill even the strongest of warriors and now would not be the exception, he was not so arrogant to think that he was untouchable by death. 

Wychard noticed the box that covered the treasure had been removed so he rushed over to see what had happened. Tyr halted in place and allowed the monk to do as he pleased, there was no need to rush. 

Tyr knew that the warriors were distraught that no women were present but it gave him some form of peace of mind because he knew what they would do if they found women. 

Tyr watched Wychard throw over the huge object and open the cellar before walking casually behind him. 

Tyr was pleased with what he saw but by the look on Wychard's face, something looked to be missing. 

There were no kids, this could only mean one thing and that was Thorgard had taken them away from the cellar but only Wychard was armed with this information and by the look of things, he did not want The to pick up on it either.

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Thorgard did not know when he reacted but he found himself taking the kids away from danger. 

Thorgard knew this would count as him going against Tyr but Tyr's specific instruction was finding monks.

These kids did not have the same weird hairstyle that the older men deemed to have so from Thorgard's assessment, they were not monks or he could be wrong. 

This was, however, just a guess on his end as he had no way of knowing if this was the case for certain. 

Vegard thought this was a game and Thorgard asked his brother to help find a place that would be hard to seek but he noticed something about these children. 

They had bruises all over their bodies, what could they be doing that they would have such bruises? 

These kids were approximately four-five years old and we're up to nine in total. 

They looked scared but somehow, they did not offer any resistance but why was that?

Vegard pointed to a house that had already been raided for goods.

Good thinking!" Thorgard blurted out, the chances of them checking houses that they have already raided were extremely low, this was their safest bet. 

Thorgard ushered them into the said building but there was no cellar in this, not that he expected one to be present. He had other ideas of hiding them and that was using the cloth that seemed to act as blinds in these houses, curtains to be exact. 

Thorgard hushed them, this was universal, he did not need to speak their language for them to understand him. The kids tensed up as Thorgard placed them into different corners of the room before placing the huge piece of cloth above them. 

This was for the event that a Viking randomly stumbled into the building, but this was more of a fail-safe measure 

Thorgard was worried about the bruises that he saw on their body but this was of no concern to him.

From what he just saw, Tyr was the bigger danger.

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Things had finally concluded as Tyr was pleased with what was in the cellar, it was more than enough for everyone. 

They had giant crosses that looked to be made of rich material, such impressive craftsmanship made Tyr wonder who created it but this was not what mattered. 

All manpower was directed to clear the cellar and they had so much that the boats they came with could barely fit them, prompting Tyr to question.

What was their trade? 

Wychard looked defeated, he could not even look anyone in the eyes as his head was focused on the ground but he felt an arm around him. 

"How is such a small Kingdom so rich?" Tyr questioned. Wychard hoped that Tyr's interest would end the moment he revealed this and they would be on their way but the thing with riches was…

People always wanted more, Tyr was no different because he wanted to see just what other lands awaited them beyond the sea. 

He was walking with the monk, the monk did not give him the answer he was looking for so he kept his arm around him like they were buddies as they worked.

They heard a scream and Vikings laughing, they had found the hiding places of the other monks that resided here and brought all of them out. 

They were all forced on their knees exempting Wychard, who Tyr knew had more use.

"Wychard, I want you to choose…" Tyr said, pausing as he handed Wychard the bloody dagger that he had used to kill Uttredus. 

There were more than thirty monks on their knees. 

"... Kill yourself and I will let the others live or save yourself and condemn the others to death," Tyr said with a wide smile on his face. 

Wychard gulped because this was where the true strength of his faith would manifest itself.