[Hvitserk stepped back around in front of Alfred to get a better look at his handiwork, tucking a few strands back here and there; it just another excuse to touch and pet Alfred's hair, honestly.]

A friend of my father's? [His brow furrowed slightly.] I'm not sure if I remember him, or if I just remember hearing about him. The Saxon priest, right? [He nodded, unable to actually picture what he'd looked like.] I remember my father talking about him a lot when we were outside of Paris. [He more clearly recalled how much Bjorn had tried to take care of Ubbe and himself, trying to keep them from seeing too much they shouldn't. Such a good older brother. Half-brother.]

Why? Did you know him as well?