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East Anglia.’
    ‘True, I suppose,’ Beornnoth allowed.
    ‘So why not take East Anglia first?’ Osferth suggested, ‘and add its men to their war-bands?’
    ‘Nothing will happen till Alfred dies,’ Beornnoth suggested. He made the sign of the cross, ‘and I pray he still lives.’
    ‘Amen,’ Osferth said.
    ‘So you want to disturb Sigurd’s peace?’ Beornnoth asked me.
    ‘I want to know what he’s doing,’ I said.
    ‘He’s preparing for Yule,’ Beortsig said dismissively.
    ‘Which means he’ll be drunk for the next month,’ the father added.
    ‘He’s left us in peace all year,’ the son said.
    ‘And I don’t want you poking his wasps out of their nest,’ Beornnoth said. He spoke lightly enough, but his meaning was heavy. If I rode on north then I might provoke Sigurd, then Beornnoth’s land would be thudded by Danish hooves and reddened by Danish blades.
    ‘I have to go to East Anglia,’ I explained, ‘and Sigurd’s not going to like the thought of an alliance between Eohric and Alfred. He might send men south to make his displeasure known.’
    Beornnoth frowned. ‘Or he might not.’
    ‘Which is what I want to find out,’ I said.
    Beornnoth grunted at that. ‘You’re bored, Lord Uhtred?’ he asked. ‘You want to kill a few Danes?’
    ‘I just want to smell them,’ I said.
    ‘Smell?’
    ‘Half Britain will already know of this treaty with Eohric,’ I said, ‘and who has the most interest in preventing it?’
    ‘Sigurd,’ Beornnoth admitted after a pause.
    I sometimes thought of Britain as a mill. At the base, heavy and dependable was the millstone of Wessex, while at the top, just as heavy, was the grindstone of the Danes, and Mercia was crushed between them. Mercia was where Saxon and Dane fought most often. Alfred had cleverly extended his authority over much of the kingdom’s south, but the Danes were lords of its north, and till now the struggle had been fairly evenly divided, which meant both sides sought allies. The Danes had offered enticements to the Welsh kings, but though the Welsh nursed an undying hatred of all Saxons, they feared the wrath of their Christian God more than they feared the Danes, and so most of the Welsh kept an uneasy peace with Wessex. To the east, though, lay the unpredictable kingdom of East Anglia, which was ruled by Danes, but was ostensibly Christian. East Anglia could tip the scales. If Eohric sent men to fight against Wessex then the Danes would win, but if he allied himself with the Christians then the Danes would face defeat.
    Sigurd, I thought, would want to prevent the treaty ever happening, and he had two weeks to do that. Had he sent the thirteen men to kill me? As I sat by Beornnoth’s fire, that seemed the best answer. And if he had, then what would he do next?
    ‘You want to smell him, eh?’ Beornnoth asked.
    ‘Not provoke him,’ I promised.
    ‘No deaths? No robbery?’
    ‘I won’t start anything,’ I promised.
    ‘God knows what you’ll discover without slaughtering a few of the bastards,’ Beornnoth said, ‘but yes. Go and sniff. Beortsig will go with you.’ He was sending his son and a dozen household warriors to make sure we kept our word. Beornnoth feared we planned to lay waste a few Danish steadings and bring back cattle, silver and slaves, and his men would be there to prevent that, but in truth I only wanted to smell the land.
    I did not trust Sigurd or his ally, Cnut. I liked both of them, but knew they would kill me as casually as we kill our winter cattle. Sigurd was the wealthier of the two men, while Cnut the more dangerous. He was young still, and in his few years he had gained a reputation as a sword-Dane, a man whose blade was to be respected and feared. Such a man attracted others. They came from across the sea, rowing to Britain to follow a leader who promised them wealth. And in the spring, I thought, the Danes would surely come again, or perhaps they would wait till Alfred died, knowing that the