‘Aelfrith Eagle-Eye, his mouth a torn, bloody hole where a mailed fist had dashed out his teeth, was busy with two other housecarls, lowering a slumped shape to the ground. Behind them, Gurth reared on his horse, helmetless, shield thick with arrows, long, flaxen hair rippling …’

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