Liv’s heart raced, and sweat dampened the palms of her hands as Ragnar turned his horse and to where Erik waited. She squirmed and kicked, giving Ragnar trouble holding her onto the back of his horse. He let go of the reins and slapped her. “Keep still, b***h, or it’ll be the worse for you.”
If she had a better angle, Liv would have spat in his face, but she lay on her stomach across the horse, in front of him.
Ragnar rode back up the hill to where Erik waited with Magnus and Einar. “What should we do with it? Should we kill it now?”
“No,” replied the Jarl. “We"ll take it back. It needs to be punished for helping a witch to escape.”
He wheeled his horse around and trotted back up the hill, leaving his men to follow.
Liv hated being called "it", but evidently, Erik now considered her a
