Uhtred Of Bebbanburg Quotes

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I had the arrogant confidence of a man born to battle. I am Uhtred, son of Uhtred, son of another Uhtred, and we had not held Bebbanburg and its lands by whimpering at altars. We are warriors.
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Bernard Cornwell (The Last Kingdom (The Saxon Stories, #1))
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Tell Ragnall,” I told him, β€œthat the Saxons of Mercia are coming. Tell him that his dead will number in the thousands. Tell him that his own death is just days away. Tell him that promise comes from Uhtred of Bebbanburg.
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Bernard Cornwell (Warriors of the Storm (The Saxon Stories, #9))
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Nothing finishes an evening in an alehouse so well as a fight.
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Uhtred of Bebbanburg
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It was the year 878, I was twenty-one years old and believed my swords could win me the whole world. I was Uhtred of Bebbanburg, the man who had killed Ubba Lothbrokson beside the sea and who had spilled Svein of the White Horse from his saddle at Ethandun. I was the man who had given Alfred his kingdom back and I hated him. So I would leave him. My path was the sword-path, and it would take me home. I would go north.
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Bernard Cornwell (Lords of the North (The Saxon Stories, #3))
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I was Uhtred, Lord of Bebbanburg, in my war-glory. The arm rings of fallen enemies glinted on my forearms, my shield was newly painted with the snarling wolf’s head of my house, while another wolf, this one of silver, crouched on the crest of my polished helmet. My mail was tight, polished with sand, my sword belt and scabbard and bridle and saddle were studded with silver, there was a gold chain at my neck, my boots were panelled with silver, my drawn sword was grey with the whorls of its making running from the hilt to its hungry tip. I was the lord of war mounted on a great black horse, and together we would make panic.
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Bernard Cornwell (Warriors of the Storm (The Saxon Stories, #9))
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You will tell him that Uhtred of Bebbanburg is in a mood to kill.
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Bernard Cornwell (The Pagan Lord (The Saxon Stories, #7))
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It never occurred to me that they might not accept it, yet looking back I am astonished that the battle of Cynuit was fought according to the idea of a twenty-year-old who had never stood in a slaughter wall. Yet I was tall, I was a lord, I had grown up among warriors, and I had the arrogant confidence of a man born to battle. I am Uhtred, son of Uhtred, son of another Uhtred, and we had not held Bebbanburg and its lands by whimpering at altars. We are warriors.
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Bernard Cornwell (The Last Kingdom (The Saxon Stories, #1))
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Osferth, at time we are all afraid. Courage is finding the will to overcome your fear, nothing more.
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Uhtred of Bebbanburg
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Choose your battles,’ I snarled at Γ†thelstan. β€˜That space between your ears was given so that you can think! If you just charge whenever you see an enemy you’ll earn yourself an early grave.’ Lord Uhtred of Bebbanburg
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Bernard Cornwell (Warriors of the Storm (The Saxon Stories, #9))
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And you, Uhtred of Bebbanburg, Uhtred of Nothing, will die last and die slowest because you have betrayed the gods. You are cursed. You are all cursed!" She cackled then, a mad sound, before pointing the blade at me again. "The gods hate you, Uhtred! You were their son, you were their favourite, you were loved by them, but you chose to use your gifts for the false god, for the filthy Christian god, and now the real gods hate you and curse you! I speak to the gods, they listen to me, they will give you to me and I will kill you so slowly that your death will last till Ragnarok!
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Bernard Cornwell (Warriors of the Storm (The Saxon Stories, #9))
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I’m not his man, Father. I’m Uhtred of Bebbanburg, and the lords of Bebbanburg don’t marry pious maggotfaced bitches of low birth.
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Bernard Cornwell