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The newcomer continued: “I would like you all to surrender. Or I will smite you."
“You what?”
"Smite. It's a word, from the Holy Book. It means slay, or kill. I will kill you."
That got the Danes’ attention, the prisoners momentarily forgotten: “You will kill all of us?”
"Well, some might run away. But I'd prefer if you surrendered.”
“I feel like we've done this before,” murmured Finan, incredulous about the situation.
Suddenly, Aldhelm’s men came out from the woods, and fought with the Danes. Osferth calmly approached his friends and proceeded to cut the ropes that tied them.