Otrygg nodded approvingly as his keen blue eyes looked on Ragnar.

[i]"An astute question, my lord." [/i]

The monk turned toward Henrik...

[i]"Some words of comfort to put the threat of Gothra at ease in my mind would be a welcome thing, Jarl Henrik. Should the Moot bestow the crown upon your brow, how would you deal with the Gothra southrons?"[/i]