[ She extends her hand, letting it swing from her fingers. A pendulum of price, back and forth, back and forth. It glitters in the oil lamp light, as her gold does. Easily held her grasp. ]
And you, Ragnar Lothbrok? Is blood and gold enough to buy you?
[ His stories said it would be enough, said it wouldn't be enough, either. He asked for one thing, meant another, was known for his turns and twists. She could not sure until it was all done. ]
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And you, Ragnar Lothbrok? Is blood and gold enough to buy you?
[ His stories said it would be enough, said it wouldn't be enough, either. He asked for one thing, meant another, was known for his turns and twists. She could not sure until it was all done. ]