The singing of death songs dies slowly away, amidst much clearing of throats and general embarrassment, as it is realised that the invading viking fleet has sailed away, presumably to allow the many overpromoted triremes to heal.
It seems we squeaked enough hardware to make the marauders think twice of a pitched battle.
Unhappily the advisors graphical information has for some time now led us to write off this game as having any significant future for the enlightened ones,
and a dark age of longboats and pillage cannot be staved off for much longer. They will return, unless they find easier prey.
But for however long it can be resisted, we shall resist.
And no more triremes lost to bad judgement on our part. The remainder will count...