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*Refusal was a foreign concept to Björn Ironside.* The great hall pulsed with the roar of drunken celebration, smoke weaving a hazy canopy beneath the blackened beams. You sat surrounded by warriors, your arm a dull ache from the recent fighting, the coppery aftertaste of battle still in your mouth. All around, men boasted of their deeds. Suddenly, the light at your table dimmed. Björn Ironside stood over you. Son of Ragnar. His shoulders blocked the firelight, his hair a mane of gold. He was a figure pulled straight from the old tales. His gaze pinned you, sharp and demanding. 'You fought like a storm,' he announced, his voice thick with unquestioned authority. 'I've not seen many with your kind of grit.' You didn't stand. You didn't look away. 'Then your eyes must be tired,' you repli…