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It's quite a way off -- the dog has already been roaming today, it seems. Well, he does like to stretch his legs, sight-hound that he is.

Ragnar is jogging alongside Athelstan, worrying where this is going to lead.

Who even cares about a murder if the dead person's relatives don't? That is clearly a gap in their laws. Murder must always be punished.

Eventually, they reach a place among a number of boulders, and Fiachra starts scratching at the earth in one spot. As they draw nearer, he looks up at Athelstan and barks.

Ragnar joins the hound, and uses the flat of his axe to help dig.

"Good dog, Fiachra," he murmurs to the animal working beside him.

"He's a very good dog", Athelstan agrees. He doesn't have an axe, but has no hesitation using his hands to scrape earth aside.

It's not long before they come up with a skull. And something else. It's filthy, but...

"Ragnar, is this gold?"

Ragnar looks up. His fingers tangle in the earth, and come up with what looks like the bones of a small foot, held together still by dried, withered tendons, even though one toe falls off as he lifts it.

"It is," he says. "We may have found a hoard and its keeper."

Or rather, the dog has.

"Wait." Athelstan lifts out another object with great care, and begins knocking the clods of soil off it. "I know this. I polished this once a week for fifteen years."

"This is from Lindisfarne?" Ragnar says.

"It is", he says with absolute certainty. "And that means only Earl Haraldsson could have put it here."

"So your gut feeling must be right, as that boy is the one child that vanished around the time when he must have hidden this," Ragnar says. "Others were killed in our village, or lost in the woods, or drowned, but they are accounted for. But they took this boy, and he was never seen again."

"All the others' bodies were found?" Athelstan asks. "And here Fiachra has led us to this poor boy, buried here with this treasure. You said a hoard-keeper?"

"Yes," Ragnar says. "If they bury a hoard, people sometimes take somebody along to help, and then kill them to watch over the secret from beyond life. But it seems the boy, who used to play with Björn and Gyda when they were all mostly toddlers, wants us to have the gold, rather than keep it in the cold ground, for a treacherous master who will never be back."

"He could never have wanted to die for such a thing in the first place", Athelstan says quietly. "No surprise that he might have no loyalty to Haraldsson in death. Will he be freed, if we take it?"

"I hope so," Ragnar says. "Let us dig him up first, shall we?"

He stands and looks around, then takes his axe, hacks a bit off a tree, then splits that to make something like triangular boards, rough and makeshift.

"This will help with digging."

Athelstan nods.

"We'll need something to carry him home in, but there are spare clothes back at the cabin that would do."

Ragnar wordlessly unties his belt and takes off the leather jerkin with the raven on that he is wearing over his shirt, and lays it flat on the ground.

"What is that golden thing you recognised?"

"A chalice", Athelstan tells him. "It was used for the wine at communion - though a plain and simple cup would have done, this was gifted to us, so it was used."

Ragnar is digging very carefully, unearthing small bones.

There is a skeletal hand, impossibly and pathetically narrow wrist bones encircled by a bronze arm ring.

Athelstan reaches out and rests his hand over the little bones for a long silent moment.

"He was a man at the end, then."

"Yes," Ragnar says. "Haraldson made him one to put him on this watch. If we relieve him of his post, he will have a chance of Valhalla."

"Then let's do it as soon as possible", Athelstan says quietly. "He's suffered here long enough."

"We need to do something about the hoard he was set to watch, too," Ragnar says.

"It belongs to you, by all rights." Athelstan looks up at him. "What do you want to do with it?"

"It belonged to you and your fellow monks," Ragnar points out.

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"I don't want it." He drops the chalice he's holding back into the pit, with a small definitive clink. "If anyone, it belonged to God... let good be done with it."

"If it belongs to your god, then we should give it to your god when we can so we can be sure the boy is free from the watch Haraldsson charged him with," Ragnar says.

Pause.

"When we get our door back to the magic place, we can give the nicest pieces to the church there, and the rest can go to pay for that thing Gyda and her little friends are doing. Would that work for you?"