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Athelstan is cradling a sleeping Ubbe in his lap and watching Ragnar pace.

"Sit down", he says gently. "Come and sit with me. There was no reason to think anything will go wrong, was there?"

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The party is loud and raucous - but aren't they always? Even if this one is all the more so in celebration of the new child. Athelstan's come to enjoy it, all the noise and life that are so unlike anything he knew in England.

He makes his way among the crowds, drink in hand.