"How about it!" A deeply humiliated Leotis charged straight toward Sigrdrifa and, standing in front of her, threatened her ominously,
"Do you choose to convert to God and bow to the noble bloodline?"
"Or die a filthy death on some unknown dock, like a lowly dog?"
Sigrdrifa's head hung low as she looked at the ground.
"Leotis..." she said slowly, "thank you for teaching me to read."
Leotis was taken aback for a moment.
"But I cannot agree to your terms." Sigrdrifa suddenly lifted her head, her eyes like the cold edge of a storm, making Leotis feel, for a moment, as if his breath might stop.
"Because I am a descendant of the Vikings!" she bellowed with all her might. The guards behind her showed signs of panic, realizing the struggle in their grip was growing stronger, as if the arms they held did not belong to a girl,
But to a cornered, desperate beast.
