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Dearest Ragnar,

I hope that you will forgive that I gone when you return.

Athelstan is well of body but of heart grows heavier and darker with each passing day. He prays me tell you he is safe and to come to him only when it is safe to do so.

He awaits your return as Winter awaits Spring - in darkness but with hope.

For my part, I find I cannot linger here too long. Athelstan no-longer needs my help in the weakness of his body, and I fear my company is no-longer of help to him.

For all the love I bear you both, I have return to my time, the better to hasten our meeting in Ribe.

I will return as often as I can and leave word for you when I do. I hope our paths will cross often but I hope more that the thaw of Spring will hasten you safely to he whom you love dearest.

Here within is a record of music - a Northumbrian lullaby that has been much soothing in the dark watches when fear crowds Athelstan's heart. Ask mistress Bar and she will give you such machines as is required to hear it. It is my hope you will hold him in your arms and sing it to him soon.

With all my love and in hope of forgiveness for my failings.
Sinric.