Lagertha had managed to get away temporarily from Gudleif but she knew that she would soon be caught.
The only thing she could do right now was to leave a trail for others to follow and she had to find a way to alert them that she has been on this road.
Lagertha was tearing pieces of her clothes but her breathing became labored, hoping her baby was okay but deep down, she knew the chances of this being true were slim.
She didn't know how to process it but she knew she didn't have time because her baby would surely die if she did.
Where was Gudleif taking her and why didn't he kill her already?
What was the point of the assassination attempt if her death wasn't the plan?
Lagertha was asking herself the important questions but she didn't have an answer.
She heard footsteps coming towards her and she knew she had to get out of sight or she would be caught but her legs felt heavy.
