Thork shouted, not caring if it was his king he addressed. “I go to Jomsborg.” His eyes blazed furiously. “You can take the wench on the way to Jomsborg,” Sigtrygg advised unctuously, his face rigid at Thork’s questioning of his orders. “On the way…on the way…,” Thork sputtered. “Normandy is nowhere near the route to Jomsborg.” “I trust you, Thork, more than any other to undertake this task for me,” the king cajoled. “What makes you think I would behead the wench?” Thork asked, running his fingers through his hair. “I have already said I do not think her a spy.” He flashed Ruby a quick look that said he would have plenty to say to her when he finished with the king. “Yea, but that signifies naught. You cherish honor more than aught else. If Hrolf denies her, you would kill her if you had sworn me your pledge. Of that, I am certain.” Thork snorted rudely at the blatant trickery in Sigtrygg’s oily words. “Oh, and didst I mention,” Sigtrygg added, coolly examining his fingernails, “you will represent me at Athelstan’s coronation.”
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