“It settled on the villagers eating bread with porridge. Some of them ate newly harvested onions, and everyone had some ale. Catla hadn’t felt hungry, but when Edith appeared with a smear of porridge on bread and an onion, her stomach rumbled. Edith smiled at the sound. “Eat now, Catla. No one has forgotten Covehithe. The hill-fort group is almost ready to leave.” Eating made Catla feel guilty. Her family was hungry and suffering, and she had food and freedom. She looked into the blue autumn sky.... Its calm provided a sharp contrast to the activity all around her. Suddenly, she felt exhausted and became aware again of the throbbing in her sore leg. She was glad for the sun-warmed wall and leaned against it as she watched bundles of fur and food grow higher. Sven came around the corner of the cottage, his shirt gathered like a bag, holding stones. “For the Norsemen,” he said. At her questioning look, he explained, “We’re making piles of rocks to throw at the Norsemen. They’re all along the path.”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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