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tossed them to one another when the load became too heavy, and yet God was not striking them down for their sacrilege.
    As they walked out of the monastery gates, Leo saw that some of the monks were being herded into the river. The Vikings tossed them in as if they were bags of flour, laughing.
    Leo did not look to see if they would drown, knowing he could not help them, but his heart ached for them.
    He stumbled past these scenes of horror, naked and afraid, until finally they reached the mouth of the river, where the Viking ship lay.
    It was a great foreign shape, topped with a prow in the shape of a biting serpent, and it lay at the river’s mouth like a beached whale. Apparently, the Viking ships had no keels to speak of, or their vessel would never have been able to run up so close to the monastery, Leo thought. That was why the sudden appearance of the Vikings had been such a surprise.
    Clutching the book to his chest, Leo walked up the rough plank to the Viking ship’s deck. He was not the only one; there were other men, other monks, being driven up to the ship. Five others, in total.
    He recognized them, and his heart sank.
    The other monks were still dressed in their robes, and they did not look as though they had been used as Leo had, though some of them had bruised and bloody faces.
    He cringed and tried to make himself small, kneeling down behind a ship’s chest. The holy book he dropped in the shadowy gap behind the chest, hoping it would be safe from salt water there.
    For a little while he cowered there as the other monks marched into the ship, but then Runolf dragged him back up, pulling the rope around his neck taut. “Get up,” he ordered. “You will help us make sail.”
    Ashamed, Leo tried to cover his privates, but Runolf slapped his hand away. “You are mine,” he said gruffly. “I will clothe you, but until then, you are as the Gods made you. There is no shame in that.”
    Leo nodded. He was indeed as God had made him, he thought with a desperate conviction. The one God, not these strange gods the Viking spoke of.
    And apparently, God had chosen to make him a slave.
    He bent his head, thinking of the very words of the gospel he had been illustrating.
    Not my will, but thine, be done.
    And yet, when Runolf drew him close to his side and showed him the rope he should hold onto as they made sail, the Viking still had the face of an angel.
     

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    When Viking leader Thorvald puts a slave collar around Edric’s neck, Edric offers to pleasure the huge Viking in exchange for his freedom. But the other Vikings demand their share of their new thrall, and soon Edric finds himself on his knees, servicing the entire crew with his mouth, hands and ass.
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    Excerpt:
    Edric took a deep, shuddering breath, and sunk to his knees in front of the big man, looking up at him in hope and fear. 
    Thorvald looked down, frowning. “What’s this?”
    “I…would pleasure you,” Edric said, trying hard to keep his voice firm. These men admired courage, not weakness. And this…it was either the bravest thing he had ever done, or the craziest. “If you give me my freedom in exchange.”
    There was a pause. Edric didn’t look away from Thorvald’s fierce, icy blue eyes, but he sensed the other men listening intently all around them.
    “I see,” Thorvald said, and that same grim smile curved his lips. “You think there is a bargain to be made, here, do you? You think you’re at the market, selling fish?”
    Edric didn’t know how to respond. “No, I -”
    “And do you have experience pleasuring men?”
     
    Thorvald’s fierce eyes watched him grimly, and Edric knew he could not lie to this man. Not if he wished to live.
     
    “No,” he said quietly. “I do