What binds a man to his land? What power within allows him to give his life to preserve his land and the lives of the families who work it? It can only be love.
To Uhtred, the true Lord of Bebbanburg. A man I have never understood, but without whom I would not die a king.
We are one, you and I. From the moment I took your hand on the steps of the great hall of Eoferwic, we were bound as one. You may dislike me, hate me if you wish, despise me at times. But love is immortal. It goes on.[to Brida]
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