"They built a ministry to deal with people like us, Thomas, a whole government ministry. They don't like us, they don't want us, and they're telling the normal people to hate us. You heard what they are saying about us. They say we're cretins who can't do anything, feeble-minded idiots who just take and give nothing back. They're making killing us look like a kindness."
"I sought to commission you as my protector Lord Coenred, but I find in you a noble heart that I much admire."
How would Coenred and Mildryth have felt if they had had the ability of true foresight?
And so, the Normans begin their invasion of England.
It is an inevitable part of war that warriors, no matter how brave or accomplished, will die. Alfrid's death has the added touch of tragedy because his youth.
Mildryth is ambivalent to say they least. She has realised that a man like Coenred would be highly prized by a great warchief, and who in the kingdom is greater than the King himself.
While King Harold is in the north of England, Duke Guillaume is best placed to take an advantage in the change of the weather.
As Coenred recovers from his wounds, with marvelous speed to the mind of a relieved Mildryth, King Harold discusses what to do for the benefit of the kingdom in the immediate future. At the same time, Wulfhere drifts into York looking for another opportunity to fill his purse.
King Harold returns to York and celebrates the victory with the people waiting to see him there. He is not ignorant to the great loss of life suffered, indeed, has already noticed that his great army has been depleted somewhat more than he would have liked.
Mildryth must come to terms with having fallen in love with a warrior. Coenred returns to her battered, bruised, and bleeding, but he is alive.