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The fire is warm, this last night in Jarl Borg's hall. In the morning, Ragnar and his men must leave to deliver the news to King Horik; that there will be no agreement about the disputed lands, only battle. The fire is warm, but Rollo's heart is cold.

"So my friend, the die is cast," Jarl Borg says calmly, persuasively. "King Horik has left me no choice. I must attack him and claim with is rightfully mine. Your brother will clearly not support me. But the question is, will you? Will you fight alongside me? Together, you and I can carve out the new kingdom. Isn't that what you really want? The death of your brother and the start of your own fame? Well, what do you say?"

There is a breath of silence, where floor boards creak and the fire crackles.

 

"I say yes. I will fight with you. I will fight with you against my brother." Rollo says, his heart cold and hard as stone. To gain renown, risks must be taken after all.

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The next morning, Ragnar, Floki and the others are milling about, preparing to leave. Rollo wonders if Ragnar has even noticed his brother has not packed his things.