And Eoferwic, I thought, was where my story had all begun. Where my father had died. Where I had become the Lord of Bebbanburg. Where I had met Ragnar and learned of the ancient gods.
A man whose house is burning to the ground does not carry water to his neighbour’s fire,
A man who loves his daughter does not let her go into Wales.
Gli uomini sono degli sciocchi - ha asserito Igraine, poi mi ha guardato di sottecchi. - Tu hai mai tradito Ceinwyn?- No - risposi, ed era la verità.- E non hai mai avuto il desiderio di tradirla?- Oh...