Chapter Twenty Two
"What has become of your life, a mess, I will laugh but I see your face I stop then, pity, I pity you."
Thorkel clenched his fists and summoned control.
The seer was heaping salt on his wounds.
Indeed, a mess it was, his life was a complete mess.
"Jarl Ragnavaldson!" Some warrior shouted from outside the hut.
"There's a missive!"
King Alfred, son of a b-tch.
Thorkel separated the flaps and came out, two warriors dismounted and with grim faces approached him.
"It's war, Jarl."
War.
Thorkel of Ragnavaldson. I have something you desire. Call this war off and you can take your wife.
He bunched the cloth and threw it on the ground. His heart beat was frantic while his mind ran in many directions. Elise. Was Elise more important than the whole England itself? Th
