A forest of masts greeted Ragnall as his longship rowed into the harbour at Jorvik. Other chieftains had arrived in response to the summons of King Siefredus. Ragnall soon became popular among the crews of other leaders. His age, prompt smile, and handsome features undoubtedly contributed to his charm, but his ready purse changed a passing liking into friendship.
“A flagon of ale for these fine fellows!” was a typical Ragnall demand, and as so often happens, taverns are breeding grounds not only for casual friendships but also places where decisions are shaped.
Ragnall was talking to a group of warriors who had recently arrived from East Anglia. According to his crew, their chieftain, elsewhere on important business, was determined to gather a force and sail it down the Trent into the De
