Olaf Long-Spear was tired. He had done nothing but run for the past five days. His pursuer was relentless, and every time Olaf stopped he would hear the sound of running feet. This time he heard nothing. Olaf smiled to himself believing he had lost his stalker. He laid down for a quick nap under a tree with his hat pulled low, and an old horse blanket was wrapped around him to fight off the bite of early January. A few hours later he heard a twig crack, and snapped awake. He looked up through hooded eyes only to see the relentless pursuer himself! Thord the King of the Iceni stood tall and proud, his mismatched eyes eerily watching Olaf. Olaf immediately fell to the ground and cried, "My king, please spare me! I have done nothing!" The King looked on with disgust as Olaf begged for his life. The Kings voice was a growl, "You are a deserter and a coward. I have no use for cowards." With that an axe came crashing down removing Olaf's head from his shoulders
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