It was a cold autumn day, the forest was covered in frost and fog, as both warriors were sitting in the leaves, from gold, red and orange colors.

It wasn't something they did voluntarily, they were somehow forced to, by Uhtred, their Lord.

Both couldn't stand each other, for several reasons and now they had to watch out for Danes, alone and not in the best mood.

Especially Sihtric, who was already freezing, he was just more sensible, without admitting it.