The soldier spoke with a northern accent, but he had darker skin than Dael had ever imagined - he was stranger than most. Ma made the sign against evil. The other soldiers stirred, surprised at this soldier' ability to speak so fluently.
"Vikings?"
"Fierce warriors. Raiders. Massive men, pale, in dragonboats," the soldier said. He pursed his lips thoughtfully. "You don't really look big enough to be one, but I haven't seen hair that color since, well, the Franks, but -"
"We know not the king," Dael said.
The soldier blinked, confused, but then he laughed. "You have spirit - for a slave."
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