WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
On the bridge, merchants dropped their baskets. Horses reared and threw their riders. The very timbers of the bridge seemed to vibrate in terror.
"Again," Ragnar ordered. "Longer this time."
WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
By the time the Leviathan dropped anchor opposite the Tower of London, the entire city had gathered on the banks.
They stood in stunned silence, staring at the black iron wall floating in their river. They had seen ships.
They had seen fire. But they had never seen a ship that ate fire and breathed smoke.
Ragnar descended the gangplank, his leg brace clanking softly with each step.
He was flanked by General Bjorn and a squad of "Security Contractors" armed with the new Mark II Repeating Crossbows.
Waiting for them on the muddy shore was a delegation of West Saxons.
