Being in a foreign land with foreign people without his men or his weapon had him pretty much at her mercy. Sure, Ragnar wouldn't hesitate and figured that if he was destined to die here, that the All Father would find him regardless of the location. Yet, there was no sense of impending doom. Or that he was in any kind of danger.

As they traveled by foot, Ragnar continued to watch the woman, as well as look up at the enormous buildings that surrounded them. He'd seen nothing like it and while he'd seen trees as big as some of these 'castles' there was a curiosity mounting on how the makers of such places managed to get the stones so high up to place.

And suddenly he wished Athelstan was there.

All that thought was interrupted by words that he recognized. His head cocked in both interest and suspicion. What sort of witchcraft was this?

"Yes, and do you understand me now?" Ragnar questioned, walking carefully towards her.