But by 1013 our army had become powerful enough to attack our old pals so I changed my tune and said 'Now I want you to murder your guest in his sleep. As soon as you have done it light a torch and show it outside your house.’
That night thousands of torches burnt outside Irish homes and the Vikings responded and set the scene for the Battle of Clontarf in 1014 which began with single combats in the old Celtic style with one Viking leader fighting an Irish leader, but each man fell with his enemy’s sword in his body and his enemy’s hair clutched in his hands.
It was heading for a draw so the armies joined in and us Irish were dominant and the Viking leader Brodir was beaten and ran away into the woods to hide and many more Vikings ran for the safety of their ships with their tails between their legs, those that still had legs anyway but as the tide had come in the ships were not going anywhere so we massacred them where we found them, in total six thousand Vikings died that day, there literally was blood dripping from the trees.
Brodir, hiding in the woods, saw me walking unguarded as my men were pursuing the defeated enemy and just as i sank to my knees to pray and give thanks for the fine victory, he rushed at me and lopped off my head with his axe.
He was captured soon after and my brother gave orders for Brodir to die a slow and painful death by disembowelment but having your intestine pulled out must have worked because the Vikings never came back to Ireland again.
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