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because he had not had a woman in such a long time.  And whose fault was that?   Why else would he be focusing on this particular girl, this Saxon wench, probably not hardy enough to lay with him without swooning.  What the hell was he thinking about lying with a Saxon girl anyway?  He must pray to Thor to get his mind back on the siege, not burying himself in an English lady.  He had plenty of time to bury himself between the thighs of a willing woman in Jaedon after he got home, the conquering hero.  He had let the lady best him in one arena already, without so much as a skirmish.  He had given his archers strict orders not to aim at her or her ladies when she visited the tower.  What was her stupid father thinking, letting her put herself out in the open like that?  Didn’t he know she would be an easy target for an archer sneaking up on the castle unseen?  Eriik’s judgment had already been compromised by a beautiful woman.  That had never happened before.  He should let them take the shot and cripple the castle before the battle even began.  He wasn’t much for murdering young maidens anyway, he tried to convince himself. This would have to be the first and the last time he let this happen though.  By the Gods, he promised himself.  Mind over body, victory must be his goal.
    It was time.  The moon had almost completely disappeared. The sky appeared as a beautiful length of black velvet dotted with diamonds thrown up in the heavens in complete disarray. Eriik’s men all knew this was the night.  As the days had passed, the castle settled down at night and fewer men patrolled the walls.  The castle was letting down their guard and that was what the Norsemen were waiting for as well.  It inevitably happened after days and days of high alert when nothing occurred.  The men walked as quietly as a predator stealing up on its prey, until they were at the walls, seemingly unnoticed.  The men carrying the tree trunk were stealthy, even with such a heavy load; to them it was nothing, and they made absolutely no sound.  It was all going according to plan.  Eriik expected no less.  Everything was dead quiet and the castle was calm until the entire building shook to its core with an explosive sound that awoke everyone inside with terror.  They thought the world was coming to an end or possibly it was judgment day.  Perhaps it was.
    The battering ram crashed into the castle gates with such force that the ground shook.  Birds took to the sky and animals in the fields ran for their lives.  For quite awhile, the Saxons had no idea what was happening.  After gathering their wits, they started for the oil, but it was not hot, and no one was up to heat it.  This was beginning to look like a rout.  The Saxons had never seen fighting like this.  Were these mere men or demons from hell?
    Eriik’s men kept smashing into the heavy wooden gates, time after time.  No one inside could imagine the strength it must take to move that tree again and again.  As archers appeared on the walls, they flew their arrows and screams of pain radiated from the ground through the air.  Eriik noticed men carrying buckets and he knew that this must be the oil. 
    He screamed out, “Form the pod s!”
    All the men formed the pod s as the oil came rushing down the walls to fall on a solid wall of shields, hurting no Norseman.  When the buckets were empty, the ramming continued.  This went on all night and the next day and the gates were looking the worse for wear.  After a full night and day of tireless work, Eriik called it and the men retired to their camp for food, rest, and to gather their dead.  The English couldn’t believe what strength it took to fight tirelessly all night and day with no food and barely any water.  They couldn’t help but wonder if these were mere men or something from another realm.
    The next day proved to be the same as the last.  By the end of the second day, the gates looked as if a small