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"You should," Ragnar says. "You'll be able to hold your own, at least, by the time I get back. I'll be a while."

He sighs, making a face thinking of that metaphorical latrine ditch. It's a long one.

"It's a long way to Gotaland", Athelstan agrees. "And that's if the negotiations don't drag on."

"Which they will," Ragnar says, "as reportedly, Jarl Borg isn't quite in his right mind, and might even have overshot his wrong one. Somebody to tread quite carefully but firmly around."

He grins at Athelstan.

"You'll have time to train and get it right."

"I learn fast", he says with a grin in return. "Who will you take with you?"

"Rollo," Ragnar says. "Maybe Floki. Perhaps even Björn, if he really, really begs me not to be left behind because he's a man now."

He grins again.

"He won't be able to help you learn to fight, in that case. On the other hand, you'll have him out of your hair."

"He hasn't been so bad lately", Athelstan offers mildly. "Perhaps he's coming to like me after all."

"That would be sensible, because you're here to stay," Ragnar says.

"He's halfway between boy and man", he points out. "Sensible doesn't come into it."

Ragnar laughs.

"I'm still hoping that eventually, it will," he says.

"Eventually, no doubt. With you and Lady Lagertha to guide him, he should be a fine man."

"He should be a fine man by his own better judgement, without any guidance, eventually," Ragnar says. "And I'm sure he will be."

"But we never forget the guidance of childhood. It's of the highest importance."

"He's at the point where he gets to make his own choices," Ragnar says. "What guidance he needed, he's had already."

Beat.

"Hopefully."

Athelstan nods.

"He is, though not quite ready yet to be out in the world on his own."

"That's why I might take him with me," Ragnar says, grinning. "Because he'll be out in the world with Floki, Rollo and me."

Marginally saner and more responsible people, that is.

Athelstan eyes him, then laughs.

"Well. I suppose Floki knows what he's doing in his own way, and then there's you and Rollo."

"Who know what we're doing as well," Ragnar says. "Much of the time. I hope."

He's still grinning at Athelstan.

"Of course", he says innocently. "Much of the time."

"You know me," Ragnar grins, starting to walk yet again.

"I do." He falls into pace just behind him.

Around the next boulder, the others are waiting for them, coming into view now.

"That offer stands, by the way," Ragnar adds.

"And I'll hold you to it", he says seriously. "When the time comes and you return."

Ragnar laughs. "I didn't mean your freedom," he says. "That goes without saying. Anyway, here are the others, taking a break; I think it's a good chance to sort out all our bags. I'm not taking Gyda's good dress to Gotland!"

"What offer, then?" he asks, confused. "...wait a moment. To take me to England?"

"I fail at needling you," Ragnar says, ruefully. "That wasn't it, either. Forget about it; I was merely trying to tease you and turned out to be very bad at it."