Weeks passed and Kadlin had developed a daily routine. Waking up, she followed the son's of Ragnar down to the training field. Watched them for however long they stayed for. Every so often she picked up something new, but Ivar was still yet to let her train again. Kadlin wasn't sure why, but she didn't question Ivar. Same as he didn't question her when she gave him information from her vision's. She also practiced throwing her knives into the target, they didn't wobble as much now, but they didn't always stay in either. After training, Ivar went back to working on his weapons, he seemed to make most of ones he used himself. Whilst he was there, Kadlin was with Floki. Helping where she could to get the drawing brought to life the best way she knew how.

When her time with Floki came to an end for the day, she made way back and settled herself in for the night. Since she had been living with the brothers, they had been more than happy to let her do the cooking. Originally they had shared it around a bit more, but after eating the boys cooking Kadlin had decided enough was enough and they needed to eat better. This was when she took over, and none of them had complained. As much as she wouldn't admit it to the brothers, she was rather enjoying looking after a household.

Kadlin had also been able to decorate the house a little more. Feeling grateful that her mother had taught her the skill of sewing as well as cloth making. When Kadlin had first set out on her journey she did not think that it would involve making clothes for Ivar, let alone his brothers. However she did not begrudge the task as it had actually brought her and the brothers closer.

For one, they (most of the time) didn't try anything with her anymore. Sigurd did make the occasional pass, but Kadlin thought that was more aimed at irritating Ivar rather than an actual interest in her. They were also helping her to better understand Ivar. The brothers thought him crazy and cruel, but still they loved him.

Kadlin didn't think he was a cruel and crazy as everyone thought, not that she told him that. She was sure he would have been more than happy to try invoke some fear in her. He seemed to enjoy people being afraid of him.

After they had eaten at night, some of the brothers would leave for the night and find company with women from the village. Kadlin was surprised and shocked one night when Ubbe bought Margarethe home one night. Kadlin was quick to remind her that she hadn't told Ivar anything of what she had learnt. It was odd being around her, Kadlin was getting used to and enjoying the company of only men. Although she was missing having a woman around.

Sometimes she would watch Ubbe and Margarethe and wondered how he felt about her having slept with all of this brothers. He knew that she had been with them, and still he did not seem to mind. Kadlin wasn't sure she would like to be shared around that way, she hoped that when she found a companion they would be complete with each other and not seek anyone else. Kadlin was jealous of Margarethe, she seemed to have a comfort and easy companionship with Ubbe.

Her relationship with Ivar hadn't progressed very far. They talked all the time, Kadlin slowly starting to share more about her visions, and Ivar spoke of his mother. When he spoke of Asluag he spoke with a fondness in his voice which was reserved only for her. She sensed that he missed her much more than he wanted to let on, for his brothers never spoke of her. Now that Lagertha had taken the throne and Bjorn had stopped Ubbe and Ivar's attempt to extract revenge on her for their mothers death, they didn't seem to speak of her often.

Except when Sigurd liked to taunt Ivar with her. Every time Kadlin thought the brothers were getting along well, Sigurd went and brought something up. The most recent was when Ivar was sharpening his blade, Kadlin heard it happening from outside the smiths hut. Sigurd had yet again been calling Ivar a Mummy's boy and antagonizing him. Having heard enough, Kadlin walked inside and was surprised to see one of the smith's blocking Ivar's axe from hitting Sigurd. He was accusing the brothers of not acting the way brothers should. Looking over at Ivar his face was filled with hatred, disgust and anger. Whilst Sigurd's face was once again covered in shock, disbelief and horror.

"Ivar, I will meet you in the clearing at sun down?" Kadlin called to him. She then looked directly at Sigurd. "You, follow me"

Ivar nodded, and returned to his blade. Whilst Sigurd followed her out of the hut and towards the river. They walked in silence, until finally Kadlin broke it.

"Why Sigurd do you taunt your brother so?" Kadlin threw her arms up in the air in anger at him. "I have been sent by the gods to fufil a mission. That does not include saving your ass everytime you piss Ivar off!"

"Saving my ass? Is that what you call it. I see you running around Ivar like a dog nipping at someone's heels." he scolwed back at her.

"I save your ass more than you know. More than any of you know. You think that the smith was meant to be there today? No it was because I asked him to be. I knew you and Ivar were going there today. When Ivar wanted your fathers knife, and he pulled the seat from under you, You think it a coincidence that Hvitserk walked in moments later with news of arrivals of the favours you called in? No, I told him to go in as I knew Ivar was moments away from killing you. You taunt him so much, that one day it will go too far. I will not always be here to save you Sigurd. Remember that"

With that, Kadlin left Sigurd to his thoughts. She had seen in her visions more than once Sigurd's death. At this stage she wasn't sure when it was occur, all she saw was Sigurd lying at Ivar's feet with blood pooling around him. Her hope was that if she could stop the brothers from arguing every other moment that perhaps that moment would not come to pass. Although the way the brothers acted it did not seem very likely.

Kadlin hurried to meet Floki, after her encounter with Sigurd. She made it just as he was about to leave to meet Ivar at the clearing.

"Its done!" Floki called excitedly to her.

"Floki, it looks better than I have ever seen" she beamed back to him.

Heheheh "I was just as much you as it was me, now I will go get Ivar, do you think you can manage getting this to the clearing?"

Kadlin smiled, "It would be my pleasure. I cannot wait to see Ivar's face!"

"You care for him don't you?" Floki suddenly and unexpectedly asked her.

Kadlin had felt a bond grow between her and Floki, so she felt she could answer him somewhat honestly.

"I do. More than he know's, and I would like to keep it that way."

Heheheh "You secret is safe with me, now let us go and show the boy our gift!"

Floki met Ivar on the way to the clearing, whilst Kadlin waited with the chariot in the clearing. It was a foggy evening, so she set light to the torches surrounding the area. She sat waiting next to the wheel of the chariot looking up she spotted them coming.

Floki was carrying Ivar on his back, as they got closer she heard Floki tell Ivar "It is your wings Ivar". She smiled softly to herself. Floki set Ivar down on the ground, and he began to crawl towards the chariot. Floki stood back and watched, and all Kadlin could see was the happiness and excitement on Ivar's face. When he arrived at the chariot, he placed his hand along the side, running along and feeling the wood.

He looked up at Kadlin, she thought she saw a tear in the corner of his eye, as he asked. "Is this really for me?"

Kadlin bent down so that she was level with Ivar. "Yes, I'm glad you like it. Do you want to take it for a ride?"

Before Ivar could respond, they both turned to see Floki laughing and smiling as he ran off to get a nearby horse and attach it to the front of the chariot. Ivar crawled towards the back of the chariot and pulled himself up.

Once the horse was attached, Kadlin stood back and slapped it on the ass surging the horse forwards. Ivar shook the reigns and encouraged the horse to go faster.

Ivar took off with such speed, his face covered in a helmet but Kadlin was sure he was smiling. He rode around until the torches in the clearing burnt out and they had to go back due to not being able to see.

When Ivar reared the horse back to where she stood, Kadlin thought he was going to stop and get off.

"Would you like to ride back with me?" Ivar asked her.

Kadlin looked at Floki. "I can walk, go, have fun!"

Ivar offered his hand to Kadlin to help her up. Nervously she took it, and stood next to him on the chariot.

"You can't stand there" he told her. "You must stand in front, or else you will fall"

Kadlin ducked underneath the reigns, and stood infront of Ivar. Her hands holding onto the railing in front. Before she knew it, they were off at a galloping pace, the wind running through her long brown hair. Kadlin felt free, she finally felt as if things were starting to progress with her visions.

They rode until the reached the entrance of Kattegat. Only then did Ivar speak to her. She had been left to her own thoughts, at how to best move forward with leaving for England.

Ivar stopped the chariot out the front of his hut. "Before my brothers come out, I want to say thank you."

"Your welcome Ivar."

Ivar looked nervously around, then put his hands in clothing pulling something out.

"Here" he said not making eye contact with her, as he passed her something wrapped in cloth.

Kadlin opened the cloth to see a small dagger. The blade was simple, but the handle was decorated with a black leather band with a brown "K" braided into it.

Looking up at Ivar, she smiled. Kadlin had seen this dagger many times, most recently she had seen it one of her visions. Buried in the neck of a man she killed. She did not know until just now how she came to have the weapon. This was what Ivar had been working on, whilst she had been with Floki.

Ivar smiled back. "It is to say thank you. Thank you for giving me my leg's"