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which meant this fool knew he had only minutes to live, yet he believed he would have another life in the sunlit boredom of the Christian heaven.
“You were right,” I told Finan ruefully. “I’m Irish, lord, of course I was right.”
“But that’s sorcery,” I went on, “and I thought you Irish were all Christians?” “So we are. We just like to improve it with a touch of harmless sorcery.”
“You said I could live!” he managed to gasp. “I did,” I answered, “I just didn’t say how long you could live.”
“But God is not mad,” Benedetta went on, “and God will not want you dead.” “Christians have been praying for my death for years.” “Then they are mad,” she said with great certainty and, when I smiled, she became angry. “Why are you going? Tell me that! Why?” “To fetch my sword,” I said, because I did not really know the answer to her question.
He grimaced. “Lord Æthelhelm won’t like that. He says we’re not to take prisoners. We’re to kill them all. Every last man.” “All of them?” “More land, you see? He says he’ll share out Mercian land to us. And give us all of Northumbria too!” “All of Northumbria!” Hyglac shrugged. “Not sure I want to be part of that war. They’re god-damned savages in Northumbria.” “They are,” Finan said fervently.
while the citizens of London, if they had any sense, would be behind barred doors.
