“You there! What goes on here?” Stigander leveled a finger at one of the better-equipped townsfolk who had joined their ranks.
He blinked and pointed at himself, a dumbfounded look on his face.
“Yes, you! Why have the townsfolk taken up arms against the Thane here?” He hated to phrase it that way, but the odds were good this man still thought of the Usurper that way.
Now the man nodded in understanding. “Thane Ulfr’s men claim you are rebels. Well, his men treat us as thralls, even though we are free men. If it means we are rid of them, rebels we will be.”
Stigander looked again at the man. He was malnourished, and unkempt as one would expect of a drunkard, but his blue eyes were clear and proud.
“I am Stigander, son of Raen, and while Ulfr calls me a rebel I am in fact the rightful…
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