“No,” Finan answered. “He must fight. He’s Uhtred of Bebbanburg. He doesn’t lie in a bed feeling sorry for himself. Uhtred of Bebbanburg puts on his mail, straps on a sword, and takes death to his enemies.” He stood in the room’s doorway, the sun bright behind him. “Merewalh has five hundred men here, and they’re doing nothing. They’re sitting around like turds in a bucket. It’s time to fight.” I said nothing. My body ached. My head hurt. I closed my eyes. “We fight,” Finan said, “and then we go home.” “Perhaps I should have died,” I said, “maybe it was time.” “Don’t be such a pathetic fool,”
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This is why Finan is probably my favorite character in the series.
