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Athelstan has been watching Ragnar all night, waiting for a chance to get him alone before he leaves.

They need to talk.

Finally, he spots Ragnar heading into the woods towards the river, and - by a different route, so no one will think twice about it - follows.

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"Let's go," Ragnar says, "separately, as we came, before Horik either thinks we're conspiring against them, or casts aspersions at your manliness for being in the forest with me."

Both true, in a way. Athelstan is playing a high-stakes game on both accounts, and both for Ragnar's sake.

He nods.

"You were going to the river?"

"No," Ragnar says, a bit sheepishly. "I was upset and wanted to hear myself think. But I'm less upset now, or differently."

Athelstan looks up at him with another nod.

"I didn't want you to be angry with me."

"I'm not," Ragnar says.

He's upset, and unhappy, and worried about several things, and angry at Horik for requesting Athelstan in that manner, and then he knows he's going to miss him terribly.

But not angry at Athelstan.

"You're a free man, and it's important to me that you can act like one."

"If you can get to the magic place", Athelstan says seriously, "I'll meet you there. I can report back then."

"And we can leave messages in writing," Ragnar says. "It is a handy skill to have, after all."

"Will you be able to read and write them well enough?"

"If you use simple writing and no hard words, yes, I will," Ragnar says. "Just as we wrote while we were practising."

Pause.

"You will understand, even if I spell words wrong."

Athelstan nods.

"I can do that. And yes, I will."

"I trust you to," Ragnar says, smiling.

Then, he looks around, and suddenly grins.

"See that shadow, between that bush and the young oak tree there," he asks, without pointing at it, or even looking directly at it.

"I've seen it", he says with a nod. "Do you think it's enough?"

"Yes," Ragnar says. "At least for a few heartbeats."

Enough for a kiss or two, he means.

"Go there, and I'll follow you."

Athelstan nods and turns towards the shadow, facing into the tree as if he was answering a call of nature.

Ragnar goes to the river and washes his hand and face in the cold water, then turns around and doubles back the long way, and after about five minutes, he turns up in the shadow beside Athelstan, hardly more than a rustle in the leaves and a brief flash of a grin.

He hopes, very much, that the shadow is deep enough to conceal them. But Ragnar thinks it is, and that's good enough.

He takes a step towards Ragnar's open arms.

Ragnar wraps his arms around him and hugs him, hard. He leans his face against Athelstan's hair and keeps very still.

Athelstan turns his face up towards Ragnar's, moving slowly and as little as possible.

Ragnar leans in just as slowly, and claims his kiss -- deep and loving and slow.

And, most importantly, quiet. Athelstan doesn't make a sound as he kisses Ragnar back.

"I love you so much," Ragnar whispers against Athelstan's lips.

"We'll meet again soon", he promises. "As soon as you've dealt with him, you'll come back?"

"I will!" Ragnar promises. "I will always come back for you, Athelstan!"

"Bring farmers", he says with a slight smile. "Perhaps by then we'll have made progress."

"I will," Ragnar says, gently leaning in for one more kiss, "because in the end, we will get there."