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... till black with blood.
Inside, bound hand and foot in iron, sat Cnut.
His cloak was gone, his crown stripped, his hands raw where the fetters bit.
Each jolt of the wheels made him wince, though he did not cry out.
His eyes were hollow, staring not at his captors but at the horizon, where the smoke of ruined villages still rose like funeral pyres.
Around him walked the wolves.
Vetrúlfr’s warriors marched with shields on their backs and axes at their ...
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