The Burning Land Part 11

"What of it?"

"I just hope its ale is better than its owner's welcome," I said.

He laughed at that. "Welcome to Dumnoc," he said, climbing back onto the trading s.h.i.+p, "and I give you leave to spend a night here in peace. But if any of you commit a crime I'll hold you all in custody!" He paused and looked toward Seolferwulf Seolferwulf 's stern. "Who's that?" 's stern. "Who's that?"

He was staring at Skade, though he must have noticed her earlier. She was again cloaked in black so that her pale face seemed bright in the misted late afternoon. There was gold at her neck. "Her name is Edith," I said, "and she's a Saxon wh.o.r.e."

"Edith," he repeated, "maybe I'll buy her from you?"

"Maybe you will," I said, and we looked at each other and neither trusted the other, and then Guthlac gave a careless wave and turned away.

We drew lots to decide who could go ash.o.r.e that evening. I needed men to stay and guard the boat, and Osferth volunteered to command that group. We put twenty-three dried peas in a bowl with twenty silver coins, then Finan took the bowl and stood with his back to me as I faced the a.s.sembled crew. One by one Finan drew either a coin or a pea from the bowl and held it aloft. "Who'll have this one?" he would ask and I would pick a man from the crew without knowing whether Finan held a pea or a coin. Those who drew peas had to stay with Osferth, the rest were allowed ash.o.r.e. I could have just chosen which men should stay aboard, but a crew work better when they believe their lord is fair. The children all stayed, but the wives of the sh.o.r.e party accompanied their men. "You stay in the tavern," I told them. "This town isn't friendly! We stay together!"

The town might have been unfriendly, but the Goose was a good tavern. The ale was pungent, freshly brewed in the great vats in the inn's yard. The large main room was beamed with keels from broken-up s.h.i.+ps, and warmed by a driftwood fire burning in a central hearth. There were tables and benches, but before I let my men loose on the ale I negotiated for smoked herring, flitches of bacon, barrels of ale, bread, and smoked eels, and had all those supplies carried to the Seolferwulf. Seolferwulf. Guthlac had placed guards on the landward end of the pier, and those men were supposed to make certain none of us carried weapons, but I had Wasp-Sting hanging in a scabbard at my back where she was hidden by a cloak, and I did not doubt that most of my crew were similarly armed. I went from table to table and told them they were to start no fights. "Not unless you want to fight me," I warned them, and they grinned. Guthlac had placed guards on the landward end of the pier, and those men were supposed to make certain none of us carried weapons, but I had Wasp-Sting hanging in a scabbard at my back where she was hidden by a cloak, and I did not doubt that most of my crew were similarly armed. I went from table to table and told them they were to start no fights. "Not unless you want to fight me," I warned them, and they grinned.

The tavern was peaceable enough. A dozen local men drank there, all Saxons and none showing any interest in the Seolferwulf Seolferwulf 's crew. Sihtric had drawn a silver s.h.i.+lling in the lottery and I ordered him to make frequent visits to the yard. "Look for men with weapons," I told him. 's crew. Sihtric had drawn a silver s.h.i.+lling in the lottery and I ordered him to make frequent visits to the yard. "Look for men with weapons," I told him.

"What do you fear, lord?" he asked me.

"Treachery," I said. The Seolferwulf Seolferwulf was worth a thegn's annual income from a substantial estate and Guthlac must have realized we carried coin on board. His men would find it hard to capture the s.h.i.+p while Osferth and his band defended the pier's end, but drunken men in a tavern were easier prey. I feared he could hold us hostage and demand a huge ransom, and so Sihtric slipped constantly through the back door, returning each time with a shake of his head. "Your bladder's too small," one of my men mocked him. was worth a thegn's annual income from a substantial estate and Guthlac must have realized we carried coin on board. His men would find it hard to capture the s.h.i.+p while Osferth and his band defended the pier's end, but drunken men in a tavern were easier prey. I feared he could hold us hostage and demand a huge ransom, and so Sihtric slipped constantly through the back door, returning each time with a shake of his head. "Your bladder's too small," one of my men mocked him.

I sat with Skade, Finan, and his Scottish wife, Ethne, in a corner of the room where I ignored the laughter and songs that were loud at the other tables. I wondered how many men lived in Dumnoc, and why so few were in the Goose. I wondered if weapons were being sharpened. I wondered where all the gold in the world was hidden. "So," I asked Skade, "where is all the gold in the world?"

"Frisia," she said.

"A large place."

"My husband," she said, "has a stronghold on the sea."

"So tell us of your husband."

"Skirnir Thorson," she said.

"I know his name."

"He calls himself the Sea-Wolf," she said, looking at me, but aware that Finan and Ethne were listening.

"He can call himself what he likes," I said, "but that doesn't make it true."

"He has a reputation," she said, and she told us of Skirnir and what she said made sense. There were nests of pirates on the Frisian coast, where they were protected by treacherous shoal waters and s.h.i.+fting dunes. Finan and I, when we had been enslaved by Sverri, had rowed through those waters, sometimes feeling our oar-blades strike the sand or mud. Sverri, a clever s.h.i.+pmaster, had escaped the pursuing red s.h.i.+p because he knew the channels, and I did not doubt that Skirnir knew the waters intimately. He called himself a jarl, the equivalent of a lord, but in truth he was a savage pirate who preyed on s.h.i.+ps. The Frisian Islands had always produced wreckers and pirates, most of them desperate men who died soon enough, but Skade insisted that Skirnir had flourished. He captured s.h.i.+ps or else took payment for safe pa.s.sage and by so doing he had made himself rich and notorious.

"How many crews does he have?" I asked Skade.

"When last I was there," she said, "sixteen small s.h.i.+ps and two large."

"When were you last there?"

"Two summers ago."

"Why did you leave?" Ethne asked.

Skade gave the Scottish woman a speculative look, but Ethne held the gaze. She was a small, red-haired, and fiery woman whom we had freed from slavery, and she was fiercely loyal to Finan, by whom she now had a son and a daughter. She could see where this conversation was going, and before her husband went into battle she wanted to know all she could discover.

"I left," Skade said, "because Skirnir is a pig."

"He's a man," Ethne said, and got a reproving dig in her ribs from Finan.

I watched a servant girl carry logs to the tavern's hearth. The fire brightened and I wondered again why so few men were drinking in the Goose.

"Skirnir ruts like a pig," Skade said, "and he snorts like a pig, and he hits women."

"So how did you escape the pig?" Ethne persisted.

"Skirnir captured a s.h.i.+p which had a chest of gold coins," Skade said, "and he took some of the gold to Haithabu to buy new weapons, and he took me with him."

"Why?" I asked.

She looked at me levelly. "Because he could not bear to be without me," she said.

I smiled at that. "But Skirnir must have had men to guard you in Haithabu?"

"Three crews."

"And he let you meet Harald?"

She shook her head. "I never met him," she said, "I just took one look at him and he looked at me."

"So?"

"That night Skirnir was drunk," she said, "snoring, and his men were drunk, so I walked away. I walked to Harald's s.h.i.+p and we sailed. I had never even spoken to him."

"Stop that!" I shouted at two of my men who were squabbling over one of the Goose's wh.o.r.es. The wh.o.r.es earned their living in a loft that was reached by a ladder, and one of the men was trying to pull the other off the rungs. "You first," I pointed at the more drunken of the two, "and you after. Or both of you together, I don't care! But don't start a fight over her!" I watched till they subsided, then turned back to Skade. "Skirnir," I said simply.

"He has an island, Zegge, and lives on a terpen terpen."

"Terpen?"

"A hill made by hand," she explained, "it is the only way men can live on most of the islands. They make a hill with timber and clay, build the houses, and wait for the tide to wash it away. Skirnir has a stronghold on Zegge."

"And a fleet of s.h.i.+ps," I said.

"Some are very small," Skade said. Even so I reckoned Skirnir had at least three hundred fighting men, and maybe as many as five hundred. I had forty-three. "They don't all live on Zegge," Skade went on, "it is too small. Most have homes on nearby islands."

"He has a stronghold?"

"A hall," she said, "built on a terpen terpen, and ringed with a palisade."

"But to reach the hall," I said, "we have to get past the other islands." Any s.h.i.+p going through what would doubtless be a shallow and tide-torn channel would find Skirnir's men following, and I could imagine landing on Zegge with two crews of enemies close behind me.

"But in the hall," Skade said, lowering her voice, "is a hole in the floor, and beneath the floor is a chamber lined with elm, and inside the chamber is gold."

"There was gold," Finan corrected her.

She shook her head. "He cannot bear parting with it. He is generous with his men. He buys weapons, mail, s.h.i.+ps, oars, food. He buys slaves. But he keeps what he can. He loves to open the trapdoor and stare at his h.o.a.rd. He shudders when he watches it. He loves it. He once made a bed of gold coins."

"They dug into your back?" Ethne asked, amused.

Skade ignored that, looking at me. "There's gold and silver in that chamber, lord, enough to light your dreams."

"Other men must have tried to take it," I said.

"They have," she said, "but water, sand, and tide are as good a defense as stone walls, lord, and his guard is loyal. He has three brothers, six cousins, and they all serve him."

"Sons?" Ethne asked.

"No children by me. Many by his slaves."

"Why did you marry him?" Ethne asked.

"I was sold to him. I was twelve, my mother had no money, and Skirnir wanted me."

"He still does," I said speculatively, remembering that his offer of a reward for Skade's return had reached Alfred's ears.

"The b.a.s.t.a.r.d has a lot of men," Finan said dubiously.

"I can find men," I said softly, and then turned because Sihtric had come running from the tavern's back door.

"Men," he told me, "there's at least thirty out there, lord, and all with weapons."

So my suspicions were right. Guthlac wanted me, my treasure, my s.h.i.+p, and my woman.

And I wanted Skirnir's gold.

TWO.

I s.n.a.t.c.hed open the tavern's front door and saw more men waiting on the quay. They looked startled when I appeared, so startled that most took an involuntary step backward. There were at least fifty of them, a few armed with spears and swords, but most with axes, sickles, or staves, which suggested they were townsfolk roused by Guthlac for a night's treacherous work, but, far more worryingly, a handful of them carried bows. They had made no attempt to capture Seolferwulf Seolferwulf, which was lit at the pier's end by the dull glow of the herring-driers' fires that burned above the narrow beach's high-water line. That small light reflected from the mail which Osferth and his men were wearing, and from the blades of their spears, swords, and axes. Osferth had made a s.h.i.+eld wall across the pier, and it looked formidable.

I closed the door and dropped its locking bar into place. It seemed clear that Guthlac had no appet.i.te for attacking Osferth's men, which suggested he wanted to capture us first, then use us as hostages to take the s.h.i.+p.

"We have a fight on our hands," I told our men. I slid Wasp-Sting from her hiding place and watched, amused, as other weapons appeared. They were mostly short-swords like Wasp-Sting, but Rorik, a Dane I had captured in one of the punitive raids on East Anglia and who had sworn an oath to me rather than go back to his old lord, had somehow managed to bring a war ax. "There are men that way," I told them, pointing to the front door, "and that way," I pointed toward the brewing house.

"How many, lord?" Cerdic asked.

"Too many," I said. I had no doubt that we could fight our way to Seolferwulf Seolferwulf because townsfolk armed with sickles and staves would prove easy foes for my trained warriors, but the archers outside the door could give my crew grievous casualties, and I was already shorthanded. The bows I had seen were short hunting bows, but their arrows were still lethal against men not wearing mail. because townsfolk armed with sickles and staves would prove easy foes for my trained warriors, but the archers outside the door could give my crew grievous casualties, and I was already shorthanded. The bows I had seen were short hunting bows, but their arrows were still lethal against men not wearing mail.

"If they're too many, lord," Finan suggested, "then best to attack them now rather than wait till there are more of them?"

"Or wait till they get tired," I said, and just then a timid knock sounded on the tavern's back door. I nodded to Sihtric, who unbarred the door and pulled it inward to reveal a sorry-looking creature, scrawny and frightened, dressed in a threadbare black robe over which hung a wooden cross that he clutched nervously. He bobbed his head at us. I had a glimpse of the armed men in the yard before the man edged into the tavern and Sihtric closed and barred the door behind him. "Are you a priest?" I demanded, and he nodded his head. "So Guthlac sends a priest," I went on, "because he's too frightened to show his face in here?"

"The reeve means you no harm, lord," the priest said. He was a Dane, and that surprised me. I knew the Danes of East Anglia had converted to Christianity, but I had thought it a cynical conversion, done to appease the threat of Alfred's Wess.e.x, but some Danes, it seemed, truly had become Christians.

"What's your name, priest?"

"Cuthbert, lord."

I sneered. "You took a Christian name?"

"We do, lord, upon conversion," he said nervously, "and Cuthbert, lord, was a most holy man."

"I know who he is," I said, "I've even seen his corpse. So if Guthlac means us no harm then we can go back to our s.h.i.+p?"

"Your men may, lord," Father Cuthbert said very timidly, "so long as you and the woman stay, lord."

"The woman?" I asked, pretending not to understand him, "you mean Guthlac wants me to stay with one of his wh.o.r.es?"

"His wh.o.r.es?" Cuthbert asked, confused by my question, then shook his head vigorously. "No, he means the woman, lord. Skade, lord."

So Guthlac knew who Skade was. He had probably known ever since we had landed at Dumnoc, and I cursed the fog that had made our voyage so slow. Alfred must have guessed we would put in to an East Anglian port to resupply, and he had doubtless offered a reward to King Eohric for our capture, and Guthlac had seen a swift, if not easy, way to riches. "You want me and Skade?" I asked the priest.

"Just the two of you, lord," Father Cuthbert said, "and if you yield yourselves, lord, then your men may leave on the morning tide."

"Let's start with the woman," I said, and held Wasp-Sting out to Skade. She stood as she took the sword, and I stepped aside. "You can have her," I told the priest.

Father Cuthbert watched as Skade ran a long slow finger up the short-sword's blade. She smiled at the priest, who shuddered. "Lord?" he asked plaintively.

"So take her!" I told him.

Skade held the sword low, its blade pointing upward, and Father Cuthbert did not need much imagination to envisage that s.h.i.+ning steel ripping through his belly. He frowned, embarra.s.sed by the grins on my men's faces, then he summoned his courage and beckoned to Skade. "Put the blade down, woman," he said, "and come with me."

"Lord Uhtred told you to take me, priest," she said.

Cuthbert licked his lips. "She'll kill me, lord," he complained to me.

I pretended to think about that statement, then nodded. "Very likely," I said.

"I shall consult the reeve," he said with what little dignity he could muster, and almost ran back to the door. I nodded to Sihtric to let the priest go, then took my sword back from Skade.

"We could make a dash for the s.h.i.+p, lord?" Finan suggested. He was peering through a knothole in the tavern's front door and evidently did not have a great opinion of the men waiting in ambush.

"You see they've got bows?" I asked.

"Ah, so they do," he said, "and that puts a big fat t.u.r.d in the ale barrel, doesn't it?" He straightened from the peephole. "So we wait for them to get tired, lord?"