"You are back, Famous Wolf."
I pray to the Gods for guidance, and you return, Lagertha thought. "I thought that surely you would have forgotten us by now."
"I have not forgotten, Lagertha. Jamais."
"I like your Christian name, Hrólfr. It suits you."
"I was born Rollo Sigurdsson, Northman, brother of Ragnar Lothbrok Sigurdsson. The sons of farmers, from the lands near Kattegat, follower of our Gods."
"Then, Rollo Sigurdsson, when will you see that you were never in your brother's shadow?"
"We are bound together, it would seem." she said, touching his cheek.
"Yes."
"I am glad of it."