The Son Of Ragnar



A few days passed since Tyr convinced the others to stay their hand, it was refreshing because he knew he could gather clues about where he came from. 

Tyr laid in wait, he instructed Wychard to welcome them as the rest of them laid in wait for a possible ambush. 

Tyr knew things might very well go south because from what Wychard told him, Uttredus was the one that they were used to doing business with.

The men, however, did not just drop the slaves at the shore, collect their money, and head to their next destination.

They were going to rest and freshen up before they headed back, this gave them time to inspect the slaves that they might be interested in.

Tyr knew they might be suspicious but he knew there was no way the slavers would pay attention to the monk's face. He would have had a warrior do the hairstyle to escort Wychard but Wychard guaranteed he had it under control because the men were sturdy compared to the monks' lanky body stature exempting Uttredus. 

Tyr did not trust him and knew he might do something stupid by informing these slavers of what happened to save himself but there was something about him. 

Tyr decided to trust him according to what he had told him about Christ, there was no way he would go against something he had preached about so passionately. 

This was one of the rare times that Tyr wanted to believe in a person and he granted Wychard that trust because he had made a fail-safe in case Wychard told them but of course, this was unknown by Wychard. 

Archers were on standby, hidden among the grass as they watched the proceedings. 

"It is here!" A man whispered in low tones and Wychard was informed of their arrival. 

He took a deep breath and braced himself. 

Gudleif was against letting him go ahead but he had no say seeing as he had forfeited this right in exchange for information. This operation was entirely down to Tyr. 

Tyr knew he had to set things in motion and he had to be careful.

The boat got nearer and nearer, the boat was filled with children as they suspected. 

The other Vikings did not understand why Tyr was so interested because slavery was also part of their world and assumed he wanted to loot their cargo, that being kids, to sell.

Bjorn had an idea of why his younger brother was interested but he was not certain. 

He hoped that they triggered a soft spot in his brother, he was glad to see that Tyr had a line he would not cross. 

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The boat was onshore and out of it, came multiple kids with their hands bound with a chain connecting them. 

"Oi, where is Uttredus?" A lady asked, the sight of a lady excited the warriors on standby because they were yet to see one ever since setting sail to this island.

"I am afraid Father Uttredus is not well today, and has asked me to welcome you on his behalf…" Wychard said and the slavers were surprised he could speak their language, only granting him more credibility. 

They had seen this particular monk multiple times with Uttredus and the fact that he thought to teach him their language, they could only assume it was for a need such as this. 

"I have to give it to him, he is always prepared.." A man with black fur as a boat said but there was one more person on the boat.

One that was familiar as he got up to his feet, this was no doubt Frodē except he was without an eye patch, this was one of the people that had captured Tyr a few years ago yet there was nothing wrong with the eye that was hidden behind the eye-patch.

"Wychard, take us to Uttredus," Frodē said sternly, he was a man that did not joke around and treated the slaves solely as goods and never once maltreated them for he believed that goods should not be damaged, unlike his acquaintances. 

Wychard began walking but they did not walk up to five minutes before Frodē ordered Wychard to stop in his tracks. 

"Something is wrong…" Frodē said, he was cautious and noticed the Wychard had a body language he had never seen before, he was tensed but he had no reason to considering this was not his first time meeting them alone. 

"Is anything the problem?" Wychard knew there were a thousand ways this could go wrong and wanted to avoid that possibility by all means possible. 

One mistake and those kids could be killed just as swiftly, Frodē was cautious and he knew this.

"What kind of sickness did Father Uttredus have again?" Frodē asked and Wychard knew he could not hesitate, not even for a second, or this particular man would pick up on it. 

"Father Uttredus is 'busy' with a slave…" Wychard said clearing his throat as he had just revealed something personal and Frodē was indifferent to this information but it did give him the answer he sought. 

Wychard knew he had to relax and he did just that by convincing himself that Tyr was truly on his side. 

They kept walking and walking until they were at the town, Frodē walked in with the handful of slaves. 

It would have been easy to kill them but Tyr gave explicit orders not to and the Vikings had no intention of shooting the lady because they planned to have fun with her.

The moment they stepped in, their exit was immediately cut off as Tyr's men led by Thorgard appeared from behind to form a wall. 

"W-What the fuck is this?!" The female Viking exclaimed, these men were Vikings but what were Vikings doing here?

"Calm yourself, Agot…" Frodē instructed, he did not look panicked by any of this. 

The fact that they were alive meant that whoever was responsible did not want their heads or they would be dead the moment their feet touched the ground. 

"Alf, protect the merchandise…" Frodē said; he had multiple weapons strapped to his back showing he either had excellent dexterity to be able to wield that many weapons or he was a collector. 

Tyr, Gudleif, and Bjorn approached the man that was known as Frodē, Tyr recognized him right away and could not believe it.

"Is this a ploy to steal our merchandise?" Frodē questioned the men before him, correctly guessing that they were their leaders.

Bjorn was confused because The looked like he knew this man but that confusion soon cleared up. 

It was easy to forget that Tyr was once a slave and he made the connection at last and understood why Tyr was so invested. 

"Merchandise? You truly do not remember me…" Tyr said but Frodē looked at Tyr, trying to recall if he knew him however there was no luck. 

"I do not know you, I say this with full certainty because I never forget a face…" Frodē said. 

"I see you got rid of your eye patch…" Tyr said, there was no reason for him to know this piece of information if they did not meet. 

Frodē face painted himself before shaking his head. 

"I think you are talking about my older twin brother, Frode. I go by the name Frodē," The man said but he knew that this might not be enough to convince Tyr. 

"Did my brother do something to you?" Frodē questioned but Tyr did not respond, instead casually walking towards him. 

"Hey! Stay where you are you arrogant boy!" Agot lost her head but Frodē was not going to have it. 

"Hush Agot, do you not know who he is…" Frodē said, but Agot was not interested or so she thought. 

"He is the son of Ragnar… The slave that rose to attain such ranks is nothing but commendable," Frodē praised Tyr. 

Agot became speechless the moment he heard who he was and her defiant body language soon became submissive. 

"That is Tyr!?" Alf exclaimed. He had heard stories of a dark-skinned Viking so it was a lot easier for people to recognize Tyr with one look as there was no other dark-skinned warrior in Norway. 

"Tyr Ragnarsson, you have my full cooperation," Frodē said with no hesitation, getting on one knee. 

This was something his crew had never seen him do showing just how powerful Tyr's presence was. 

They had no choice but to follow suit and this surprised Tyr as he expected resistance. 

"Is that so?" Tyr questioned, his suspicious nature not letting him believe that they would easily bend the knee. 

"That is so," Frodē said and Tyr just chuckled faintly. Reputation was truly everything in this world.

He realized that despite the striking resemblance, this was not the person he was looking for. 

He had no problems with Frode, but the one person that Tyr ached to kill was Arne. 

"Tell me, what is the way to Northumbria?" Tyr asked, he was slowly realising that he was not interested in just Norway, but in this new land.

He wondered if his name had even reached these lands, he was growing excited about this new adventure that awaited him.