She smiles, and nods her chin at the standing stones on the hill overlooking the camp. "Someone put those stones there. Not all Britons are Christian, I'd say. It may be spreading, but many still follow the old ways, even here. Their King's chief adviser, Merlin, is not a Christian."
She looks around the camp, and your eyes are drawn to the people around you. Men and women, even children - everyone is working, helping one another as they are able. A community united in purpose, sharing what little they have for the good of all.
A moment later, she continues. "We do not fight for their god. We fight for each other. We fight for vengeance. And we fight for Freya."
She is quiet a moment. Then she speaks with a wonder in her voice, not rebuke.
"Do you think it was you and Arne who, unarmed, wounded, weak and starving, fought and killed those slavers? All on your own? Do you think it was the half dozen warriors that your freed that killed a score of armed Saxon warriors in that camp and freed the rest us? Think, child - we escaped the bonds of slavery and we - all of us - made it alive to this camp. Sick and injured as we were, we have not lost a single person on this march. Was that simple luck?" She smiles. "Given what we have been through, that you and I are here at all to even have this conversation is proof enough of Freya's favour. She has not abandoned us. Nor will she, if we hold true to her."
She sighs, a happy smile on her face. "I confess that in my long years I have sometimes doubted, but never again! I have never been more sure of her favour since, beyond all hope, you showed up like an avenging Valkyrie to break my bonds and set me free. Even if we all die in this land, know that she will cradle each of us to her breast and carry us to Valhalla herself, for we have her favour."
She smiles and grips your hand warmly. "You and Arne most of all, I think. I foresee that your line will do great things."