Haarik came and sat next to her. He hadn’t spoken to her for the whole voyage but now he was bored. The ship was under sail in an easy wind, most of the crew were sleeping and he had nothing to do. He held her face by her chin and turned it towards his. Then he glanced towards his men. None was paying them any attention. He let her go.
‘I miss my wife,’ he said. Normally Adisla would have found his thick accent and mangled words funny. At Eikund they’d been visited by an entertainer who did a very good impression of Danes, and Haarik reminded her of him with his sing-song Norse. Now she just found him grotesque.
‘You should bring your bodyguard. You won’t take me without a fight and you are old and frail.’
The king laughed.
‘To talk to,’ he said. ‘I need to talk. The company of warriors is a glorious thing but men need softer speech too, don’t they? Well, I do. Do you know why you’re here?’
‘I took it that you meant to sell me.’
‘You’re already sold, in a manner of speaking,’ he said, ‘or rather exchanged, though it seems to me an uneven bargain.’
Adisla looked at him. Haarik wasn’t a coarse or unpleasant man; in fact, there was something quite fatherly about him - not her father but the father she wished she’d had. She hated him, though. He - or his men - had killed her brother, stolen her from her homeland and sentenced her mother to death. Still, she wanted to discover her fate so decided to be as civil as she could, which meant she said nothing.
‘You’re to be swapped for my son,’ he said, ‘although I wonder why I’m bothering. Perhaps I should have appointed you my heir. Are you any good as a sea captain? Can you wield a sword?’
‘Not among my talents,’ said Adisla.
‘You can’t be any worse than him. He was sent on a raid to the Islands at the World’s Edge. He ended up here. That really does take a special sort of stupidity. I say go west; he finishes up just about as far east as it’s possible to go.’
‘He was captured?’
‘Yes, and by people who couldn’t catch a cold. The Whale People have got him - can you believe that? Nothing more than a sharpened reindeer antler between the lot of them and they’ve taken him hostage. He was shipwrecked on his way up the coast north. Went too far up, got caught in the wrong current. One of two survivors apparently, one of whom - biggest berserker I’ve ever seen - shows up at my court with my boy’s sword and this whale wizard. I ask this berserker, Bodvar Bjarki, what a disciple of Odin of the white bear is doing getting captured by a bunch of icicle farmers and he murmurs something about sorcery. Says they heard a rumour of sorcerers’ gold and went chasing it, which in itself beggars belief.’
‘You look for him yourself?’ said Adisla. ‘Have you no champions to do it for you?’
Haarik laughed. ‘I’m an old-fashioned king, not one of this new breed more at home with the inky priests of new gods than a sword. My problem, my solution. And besides I’m afraid of what the boy might say to anybody who rescues him. He could disgrace himself further.’
‘Is he so big a fool?’
‘Why would he be here if he wasn’t? Sorcerer’s gold! If I had a piece of silver for every rumour of sorcerer’s gold I’ve heard then I wouldn’t need any sorcerer’s gold. These people haven’t got combs for their hair, let alone gold. Even if it does exist, couldn’t he hear the warning in the name? Sorcerer’s gold. That’s not little children’s gold or farmer’s gold, it’s sorcerer’s gold. I wouldn’t be surprised if they had just untied a wind knot and blown him onto the rocks for his cheek. Anyway, this berserk tells me they’ve dragged my boy halfway across the world and the blubber bashers want something in return. ’
‘What?’
‘You. If it weren’t for the shame, I’d let him freeze his nuts off for ten winters up here.’
‘How do they even know me?’
Haarik nodded towards the reclining Whale Man, who was watching them with half an eye. ‘Ask him. If he’ll tell you, he certainly won’t tell me. The deal is: I take him to Rogaland; he identifies you; I take you up here; I get my idiot son back. Everyone happy.’
He looked at her face. ‘Well, almost everyone.’
The Whale Man had closed his eyes and began to snore.
Haarik eyed him with contempt. ‘They’re idiots, his people. They pay tribute to three kingdoms that they move through after reindeer so no wonder they’re poorer than dirt. Do they do anything about it? Do they go raiding or fight to keep what they’ve got? No. I tell you this: any Finn or Swede who came knocking on my door asking for tribute’d be going home with more than a whalebone comb for his pains.’
‘And yet one Whale Man walks into your court, and you risk your men in war with the Rygir, leave your court in the hands of vassals and sail to the ends of the earth just because he asks you to.’
‘My son is my son,’ said Haarik, ‘for better or worse.’
Adisla looked out of the ship. The landscape was flatter here - a rusty shore of rocks above the grey sea; above that a strip of green.
Haarik continued: ‘Anyway, when we get my boy back we’ll give our blades a nice wetting, piss it up for a couple of days if they’ve got anything worth drinking and then head back. You seem like a nice girl. I’ll take you as a bed slave. I’ll try to avoid letting the crew have you if it’s possible.’
‘Very kind,’ said Adisla.
‘And practical. Giving you to them makes as much trouble as it stops - they’d be fighting like dogs over a bone.’
Haarik wasn’t being unpleasant. He thought he was genuinely doing her favour by offering to claim her for his own. Adisla swallowed and looked out to sea. The courage to take her own life had failed her so she had to accept whatever was coming. She thought of the ruin of Eikund and couldn’t help but taunt him.
‘Let’s hope the Whale People are not as fierce as the Rygir,’ she said. ‘You have only sixty men. With eighty you couldn’t take our farms.’
Haarik’s face darkened.
‘There was the hand of sorcery in that,’ he said, ‘as we were told there would be. That’s why we took you instead of the prince.’
‘The same sorcery the berserk muttered about?’
Haarik smiled. ‘Very like it.’ She could see he liked her wit, took it for good humour. She found it difficult to believe that he couldn’t see the hate that was in her heart.
They were approaching an island, a long black hill rising out of the flat sea. The sun seemed to reach out to it in a tongue of fire across the water, marking a path to lead them in.
Haarik went on: ‘There is something protecting Prince Vali.’ He nodded at the Whale Man. ‘He wanted the prince but seemed to know we wouldn’t get him. You were second best.’
A noise was coming across the water, a rhythm different to the creaking of the ship or, had anyone been rowing, the beat of oars. It was faint but insistent, and Adisla recognised it as the rhythm the Whale Man had used to pull her from the sea. It was pulsing towards them across the flat water now like the heartbeat of some gigantic beast.
‘How can I be important to him? I’m a farmer’s daughter.’
The Whale Man looked up, his pale eyes focusing on her, his little white teeth gleaming in a row as he smiled and jabbed a finger at her.
‘Wolf trap,’ he said.
34 From the Fog
Vali was thinking even as he fell against the boards. They had one free wolfman and four less deadly but still unencumbered hands. It was an unenviable position to be in against Bodvar Bjarki and his crew, but if they allowed themselves to be tied up or otherwise immobilised, they were done for.
Bragi stood cursing beside his upended barrel. He was moving like an old man waking after a long sleep. The wolfman was nowhere to be seen. Veles was wearing a smile that looked as if it had been cut into his face with a knife, shrugging as if asking for understanding. Vali felt angry and betrayed. He had looked up to the man, wished he was his father. Not Authun, Haarik nor even Forkbeard would have
stooped to such a deceit.
‘Tie them!’ said Bodvar. A man came forward with a rope.
Time seemed to slow. One of Bodvar Bjarki’s men peered into the wolfman’s barrel as Vali heard Bragi come to the same conclusion he had, in the warrior’s more straightforward manner.
‘Bollocks to that!’ Bragi took a stiff step forward and cut off the head of the rope man. Bragi had his sword, thought Vali. Unbelievably, he had got his sword into his barrel.
There was a noise halfway between a vomit and a scream from Vali’s left and a guttural, crunching sound. The man looking for Feileg had found him.
Bodvar Bjarki didn’t have his weapon out, but almost before the head of his crewman had hit the bottom of the boat he stepped forward and delivered a blow with his fist. Bragi flopped to the boards as though he’d had all the bones knocked out of him. Then Vali saw the giant coming for him. He tried to dodge but Bodvar Bjarki didn’t just have the size and strength of a bear, he had the speed of one. He picked Vali up by an arm and a leg and smashed him down.
Vali fell badly, smacking his shoulder, but he quickly regained his feet. Bjarki was bearing down on him again.
The prince saw the realities of the situation in an instant. He was on his way to an enemy - Forkbeard or Haarik, it didn’t matter. He was valuable goods. Bjarki lunged for him but he rolled away and ran for the stern of the ship. He put his foot on the rail and turned to face the berserk.
‘Call off your men or I will—’
He didn’t get a chance to finish the sentence. Bjarki leaped at him. Vali had no choice: he jumped over the side. He heard the berserk curse as he missed Vali by a fingernail.
The cold rushed at Vali, crushing the breath from him. He gulped saltwater and was gripped by terror. His time in the mire had seeped into him and he now had a terrible dread of drowning. He had to fight to calm himself, to allow himself to swim as he could instead of panicking in the water. It wasn’t easy. His limbs were cramped from the barrel, but a flood of fear washed much of the stiffness away and he began to swim.
The swell meant that sometimes the boat was the height of two men above him, sometimes two below. It was coming about, side on to him. As the water lifted him, he concentrated to clear his mind and he saw it was a snekke, not as sleek or as quick as a drakkar but it could have twenty pairs of oars and maybe even carry a relief crew. They couldn’t fight that many but he did have one bargaining counter. He was wondering if he would even get to use it when he heard a voice shout from the ship.
‘Get back on the boat, goat brains!’ It was Bjarki, throwing him a rope. It hit the water next to him, but he didn’t take it even though he desperately wanted to.
He screamed as loud as he could, ‘Not until I have your oath you will not try to tie us or kill us.’
‘You’re in no position to ask for oaths!’
‘Yes, I am,’ shouted Vali. ‘If I drown, where is your ransom? ’
‘Drown then!’ Bjarki went to turn away but Veles appeared beside him. For a few moments Vali lost sight of them, then the berserk was calling to him again: ‘You have my oath, as you requested!’
‘And you’ll kill any man who does try to tie me or my friends while we are on your ship.’
Vali couldn’t be sure he saw Veles shrug, but he thought he did.
‘You’ve learned something of bargaining, prince!’ shouted the merchant.
‘Your oath. No hand raised against me or my friends.’
‘That too!’ shouted Bjarki.
The cold shot painful spasms into Vali’s limbs and he had to concentrate very hard to make his frozen hands take the rope. Then he was being pulled in and up over the side. Bragi sat where he had fallen, blinking and holding his jaw. Feileg was in a snarling stand-off with three spearmen.
Bjarki came forward and said in a low, almost confidential voice, ‘You’ve got your bargain, prince. You wouldn’t have died anyway, none of you. The old boy’s part of the deal and I intend to save your wolfman for where people can see me kill him.’
‘Where are we going?’ said Vali.
‘Back to Forkbeard,’ said the berserk. ‘You are the price of my freedom - that and a good whack of compensation.’
‘It was dishonourable to swear to that,’ said Bragi.
‘I’m meant for death in battle,’ said Bjarki, ‘not at the end of a rope.’
‘The king is entitled to compensation for any ransom he has to pay,’ said Veles. ‘And it will be a good one, because this is a prisoner of Hemming, king of the Danes.’
‘We escaped,’ said Vali.
‘Do you really think so,’ said Veles, ‘or was that for the benefit of spies? This way Hemming gets to sell you to Forkbeard; everyone else thinks you went there under your own steam. A neat solution, wouldn’t you agree?’
‘I will kill you, Veles,’ said Vali, ‘be assured of that.’
The merchant shrugged. ‘I think you are suffering from shock at your own stupidity. Don’t blame me, blame yourself. I am a merchant and a fixer. I buy and sell things according to their worth. You gave yourself to me when you came to Haithabyr unprotected.’
‘You were my friend,’ said Vali.
The merchant snorted. ‘I had enough of the friendship of your peoples when you burned my home in Reric,’ he said.
Bjarki butted in. ‘Do I have to kill him, or are you going to tell him to behave himself?’ he said, nodding towards Bragi, who was getting to his feet. ‘He’s part of the prize so it’d be a shame to lose him.’
Vali gestured for Bragi to be calm.
‘You have a sudden concern for profit,’ said Vali. ‘Has this merchant infected your thinking?’
The berserk spat. ‘I have none,’ he said. ‘As long as I can eat and stay dry then riches don’t concern me. “Cattle die, kindred die, but I know one thing that never dies, the glory of the great deed.” Does not the Lord Odin tell us this? My prize is renown and the fulfilment of oaths, which is why, when we come to dry land, I shall kill your wolfman. He is a mighty warrior and the man who kills him will be praised down the centuries.’
‘I am not interested in the wolfman.’
‘So what are you interested in? That girl? Forget her. Haarik has given her to the Whale People for his son.’
‘What do you mean?’
Bjarki looked at him and laughed. ‘I mean she is Domen’s bride by now.’
‘Speak plainly.’
‘The Whale Men will have used her for their magic. But why should I tell you any more? My oath concerns keeping you from harm while you are on this boat; it has nothing to do with your peace of mind.’
‘If you can find her you’ll be well rewarded,’ said Vali, already knowing the berserk’s answer.
‘Where’s the fame in that?’ said Bjarki and turned away.
Vali felt a strange exhilaration. This was the first real information he’d had on Adisla. He felt closer to her just hearing it. He looked around the ship. He saw some faces he recognised, but the rest were unknown to him. There were a couple of berserks, stripped to the waist in the hot day, their tattoos so thick that they seemed almost like fur. There were some warriors who looked like men of the Groa river, ten days from Hordaland on foot. They wore the distinctive plaited beards of those people. So Forkbeard was using mercenaries. Was he preparing for war? Or was he just keeping his own men at home to defend his lands while using hired warriors to settle his scores?
The River Men were not happy, Vali could see. Bragi and Feileg had killed their friends and only fear of Bodvar Bjarki kept them from revenge. As it was, they glowered at the pair, muttering threats under their breath but keeping their distance. Bragi was unperturbed and met their gaze with a soft smile that told them he was ready any time they wanted to try their luck.
Vali went to the back of the ship and sat with him.
‘Well?’
‘I don’t know. Seems we’re safe for the short term.’
‘I meant, how are you?’ said Vali. ‘That was
quite a smack he gave you.’
‘I lost a couple of teeth,’ said Bragi, ‘but I’ve had worse.’ He raised his voice. ‘But then again I’m used to fighting big men, not these skinny berserks.’
Vali thought he actually saw Bodvar Bjarki laugh as he tied off a rope.
Vali went back to the matter in hand. ‘What do you think we can do?’
Bragi shrugged. ‘We can’t sail the ship with two of us. If they’re not going to kill us, I’d say we have to stick with them. The moment we’re in sight of land, we attack.’
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