The bar was much easier to lift once Lugh joined Luthene at the gate. She heard cursing up above, and while her first instinct was to stop what she was doing and deal with any defenders, she knew that it would be better to get the gate open and let the bulk of the company in. She saw Galin duck into a recess, and kept heaving at the bar until the gate opened, and the Northmen had arrived.
When she saw Galin next, she was horrified. There was a cloth wrapped around him, a spot of blood on it. He was going on about the tower, but she was more concerned about him. She knew better than to say anything, however, but there was no hiding the concern on her face. He mentioned possibly scaling the walls, and the words were out before she could stop them: "Absolutely not!" Likely the lord had his best men there with him, and even a few good men would slaughter the Northmen in such an assault. Galin, already injured, would likely be killed in such an attempt. They'd have to find some other way in. There was always a weakness. She looked at the tower, searching for some flaw in the building, and then it occurred to her: the flaw was inside the building.
Luthene began unbuckling the shield from her left arm. "You brought a Southern woman along, let's make use of that." Handing the shield back to Galin, she took of her helm, and went to work on her cuirass. "We got this far because they wouldn't shut the western gate on their women. That's how we can get in again. We gather a group of women, hold them at knife point, and demand a trade. I don't think the guards have the stomach to watch their women… well I'm sure you know what sort of threats to make. Once we're in, go for the guards, and I'll 'flee' with the rest of the women and kill the lord. If the guards haven't surrendered by then, they will when they know he's dead." To Lugh, she said, "Tell the captain to get a group of women together, perhaps a dozen or so. I think maids and young mothers would be best, but explain it to the captain, I'm sure he'll know who might garner the most sympathy. Just not too young, I don't want to stick out. Have them ready in the courtyard in, say, two hours."
When he left, Luthene looked over the bodies of the fallen defenders until she fount a small dagger, one she'd be able to conceal easily. "Alright, Galin, you come with me. I'll need a dress." She left her kit behind, and exited through the main gate, keeping pace with Galin. It didn't take long to find a hut that was both empty and not on fire, and she pulled Galin inside and shut the door.
"First I want to take a look at that wound," Luthene said. "Get your tunic off." While he did, she went rummaging through the hut looking for cloth she could use as bandages, a sewing kit in case he needed stitches, and medicine if she could find any. She was lucky, and managed all three, plus a bowl of water. She returned to Galin and handed him a piece of bark. "Chew on that, it's for the pain." Carefully, she cleaned around the wound. There was some ugly bruising, which she felt. "Sorry," she said when she felt him cringe, and was gentler with her next touch.
"Broken rib I think," she diagnosed. "Nothing I can do about it right now, but I am going to stitch this up." She threaded the needle and went to work. "And… thank you for having my back. Don't tell me it was nothing, either, because you got yourself hurt, and you didn't get this from Tancred!" It didn't take long to finish stitching the wound, though she wanted to use proper sutures later. Next, she went to work making a poultice. "Assuming whomever lives here didn't mislabel the jars, this should help with the pain, and keep the wound from going bad." That was Luthene's biggest concern. Many men had walked away from battle with only superficial cuts, only to be dead a weak later, their injuries festering.
Once the poultice had been applied and fresh bandage wrapped around the wound, Luthene handed Galin a fresh tunic, to replace his ripped one. "Now… turn around," she said, flushing, as she removed her own tunic and quickly pulled the dress she'd found over her head. It was a bit loose, but it would do. She removed her trousers, and let her hair down. Giving her hair a toss, she said, "Alright, you can look." She felt odd in the dress, and the neckline was lower than anything else she'd worn, but at least the sleeves were long enough that she'd be able to hide the dagger easily. "How do I look?"
Taking the dagger, she slid it up her left sleeve. "When we step out again, remember, I'm a hostage, and you'll do unspeakable things to me if they don't let you into the tower, so, don't be gentle. Keep a knife at my throat, then I have reason not to struggle; I don't want to hurt you." When Galin was ready, she let him escort her out of the hut and back to the courtyard.
There were nearly two dozen women in the courtyard when they arrived, at least a handful of an age with Luthene. Each of them were being held by one of the Northmen, some of the best. Galin and Luthene joined them, and she tried to look as terrified as the others. They were soon joined by Sithric and his hostage, a blonde woman probably a bit younger than Luthene. "Hey!" Sithric called. "Look who we've got, you gutless sons of whores!" When a few of the guards peered out a window to see what was going on, he used his knife to rip open the front of the woman's dress. "See this pretty thing right here? First, I'm going to let her know what it feel like to have a real man between her legs. Then, I'm going to let the rest of the men have a turn!" More guards appeared. "Then, maybe I'll slice her tits off and keep them as souvenirs." Luthene was genuinely pale at this point. "If she's still alive, I'm going to bugger her with my spear. I'll do it right here, so you all can watch! And I'll see that's what happens to each of the women here, one by one, until one of you bastards lets us in that tower!" Sithric threw the woman to the ground and was about to tear away more of her dress when a door opened.
Relieved that Sithric didn't have to make good on his threat, Luthene allowed herself to be shoved inside the tower first. Poor Sithric's woman had wet herself from fear, and couldn't walk; he carried her instead. Once inside, the men waited for more guards to appear before the women were tossed aside. They ran past the guards, and Luthene with them.
While she had managed to get herself inside the tower, Luthene wasn't sure how to actually find the lord. Fortunately, the crowd of women carried her past a guard wearing his colours. They ran past, but Luthene stopped. "The lord!" she said, carefully lowering the dagger into her hand. "Is the lord alright?"
"Yes, he's in here, why?"
As soon as she heard that she was in the right place, Luthene's hand was raised, and she stabbed him in the neck. He was dead before he could even think to utter a warning.
Concealing the dagger again, Luthene opened the door. She was lucky; there were no more guards, just a single occupant, richly dressed. "My lord?" she asked, wanting to make sure she had the right man.
"Yes?" He rose from a seated position, and she saw a rapier at his side.
"Oh, my lord," Luthene said, feigning relief and moving towards him. "The Northmen, they were holding women hostage, and—" She didn't need to say anything more.. Having closed the distance, Luthene had her dagger ready, and she drew it across the lord's throat.