“And if you get back your fortress,” he asked, “will you be lord of it? Lord of your own land? Or will the Danes rule you?” “The Danes will rule.” “So you settle to be a slave, eh? Yes, lord, no, lord, let me hold your prick while you piss all over me, lord?” “And what happens if I stay here?” I asked sourly. “You’ll lead men,” he said.
