A deadly plague has struck across the land, stopping the Scots in their tracks! Bells toll and women wail as the dead are brought out from every village and burned in pyres that light the evening sky. A fell stench lingers and even cattle and other livestock have been ravaged. The Vikings also have been afflicted and so both Warlords lay in their deathbeds, surrounded by wailing mourners and bead-clutching priests! So for the now at least the march has been halted until this deathly affliction has passed.