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"Do you know who I am, hm? I am the true lord of Bebbanburg! And I am taking it back. I have no fight with you. Only this man is doomed. Are you happy to see me, uncle? Huh? I have waited a lifetime to avenge myself. I will enjoy taking my time with you! Mm. No one else will suffer if you swear loyalty. None of you are my enemies, you are men of Bebbanburg. And, as lord of Bebbanburg, I will provide for and protect you. And this cruel shit, who had hated you and mistreated you, will die. I've come home, swear to me and you will have my oath. Aidan...you remember me? Who has your allegiance?" Uhtred said smugly.
"I am loyal to the true heir of Bebbanburg." Aidan spoke.
"Good." Uhtred replied with a smirk.
"Bear witness all, the true heir of Bebbanburg!" Aidan points up where Wihtgar rests, he holds a crossbow pointed straight at Uhtred. Nilsa reached up to grab the hammer pendant in worry, she knew her mother's spirit wouldn't allow her husband to die. Her necklace would protect him.
"Who are you, boy?" Uhtred shouted.
"Wihtgar, son of Aelfric. Very much alive and back at Bebbanburg, flesh, and blood. And I could kill you with this arrow in a heartbeat." Wihtgar threatened.
"You can try. The arrow would miss."
"Then you know nothing of the weapons of the desert." Wihtgar taunted with a proud smirk.
"Put down the bow. Put down the bow!"
"You've lost everything, Osbert." Aelfric taunted making Uhtred distracted in his anger.
"I won't tell you again, put down the bow!" Uhtred flinched in shock when an arrow was suddenly impaled in his uncle's eye. He looked up at Wihtgar who smirked. Nilsa reached out to grab Osferth's hand in fright, she didn't see how any of them would survive this. Osferth turned his hand over to intertwine their fingers as he caressed the back of her hand with his thumb.
Uhtred's men ready themselves for battle as Wihtgar looked out at the men of Bebbanburg, plus his mercenaries.
"A son does not always love a father. Learn from that, fool. Now, who's with me?" Wihtgar shouted as his men cheered. "Who is with Wihtgar of Bebbanburg?" Men cheer once more.
"Get ready! Get ready to fight!" Finan shouted. It didn't escape her that Uhtred's men formed a shielded line around her, Osferth sent her a troubled look when he felt her grip his hand in distress. The monk wished he could bring her more comfort.
"My father's weakness drew you here as it drew me, he could not hold his lands, so I have put him out of his misery. Your men and woman, to the wall!" Wihtgar shouted down. Nilsa released her tight hold on Osferth's hand as she moved closer to Uhtred's son, she weaved between the men as they moved back. She refused to allow anything to happen to the young boy.
