Victory! Great Odin we have victory! We have conquered the whole of England at last! Some say due to the cunning trickery only cursed Loki could think of but it is a small shame for such a big prize! The Englishmen are desperate and cowardly and so are willing to do anything to keep hold of their precious lands. We already own most of it! Mercia, Northumbria, East Anglia even mighty and proud Jorvik is ours! And now Wessex makes our new lands complete. I can still remember the scene on that great day. Me, my brothers, all in armour and shield walled lined up as strong as a mountain and just as unmovable behind our Liege Guthrum as he rode forth with his two guards to meet the shamed King of Wessex to agree ‘terms’. Oh what fools those Englishmen were that day. He only had a handful of men compared to our great force. The former King of Wessex believe Guthrum to be pulling a quill out of his robes to sign the so called agreement, how I wish I could have been there to see his face when not a quill emerged but a dagger which went flying into his horrified head. With a roar the strength of a lions we charged down the slopes to join in the killing as Guthrum’s guards finished off the pathetic priests and monks who attended Alfred’s side. England is no longer England but our new home, this is Viking country!