"My lord, you cannot sell me, what will I do? Are you so heartless you would sell me to a Northman?" "You are a woman. You will do as I declare, or you are no offspring of mine, you miserable wench. I say you are to go, and you shall go. If you defy me, I will draw you to my knee." "Father, but..." "ENOUGH. I will have not have you shame me in front of our guests Ailith." He came towards me in large steps and threw me to the floor. Albert, our servant, gave father the cane, and he hit me until my dress was in tatters. I have never forgiven my father.