Sigurd's Saga, part four

• Posted by Jake Dassel August 24, 2012 - 707 views

  I awoke to the rantings of a prisoner, bemoaning of his misfortune,  I glared up at him, with a bleary eye and attempted to knock him off the wagon, when I noticed my hands were bound, and my armor stripped.  As I got my bearings I noticed one of the nordic warriors I had aided staring at me smiling.  "Did we prevail? are those dogs dead?" I asked, "Shut up back there!"  called the driver, as I looked over I saw it was one of the legionaires.  "glad to see you're awake, I thought you were gone."  the nord warrior said warmly.  "You damned stormcoaks, had to go stir up the legion, I coulda been half way to hammerfell if it wasn't for you!"  That damned thief....  "you and me, we shouldn't be here."  The fool looked at me for a response,  I have no patience for thieves and liars.  The thief then noticed a man to my right, "who's that? why is he gagged?"  I turned at the mention of the gag, my memory sparked, I saw it was the lord from earlier,  if he was gagged, that meant one thing: a tongue, like myself.   Before I could ask him, the warrior barked "watch you're tongue! that's Ulfric Stormcloak you are talking to! the true high king of Skyrim!"  That shut up the thief, as his simple mind grasped the fact, he fell into a whimpering rant to the gods, they would find no pity on this coward.  "Ah, Helgen, sighed the warrior as we passed under a stone arch, I used to be sweet on a girl here, I wonder if she still makes her mead with juniper berries..."  The wagon jarred to a halt, and a burly legionaire opened the back, "careful, the grounds slippery" he told us, we formed a loose line with prisoners from the other wagons, all nord warriors.  I took in my surroundings as the soldier rattled off names, we had our backs to a gate, with two large towers to the side and in front, archers were staion all around..."Ulfric...Jarl of Windhelm..."  There were only ten of the warriors left, not enough to stage a surprise assault..."Ralof...of Riverwood..." A headsman was honing his axe, he would certainly earn his mead today, I chuckled quietly to myself, "You there! Who are you?" the burly legionaire inquired, "you aren't on the list."  "My name is Sigurd Favnesbane. I was caught in you're ambush."  Confused, he looked to on officer crossing of names in a book, "Captain, he isn't on the list, " He told her, "Forget the list! he goes to the block!" she snapped, "On your orders..." he said sadly, "I'm sorry," he said, "At least you'll die here, in your homeland." This brought a smile to my lips, "for a second time." I remarked, Confused, he motioned me to the line.