The Burning Land Part 16

"Who allows him to be here?" I asked, but they did not know the answer. "There must be a lord of this land," I explained, gesturing at the darkness beyond the fire, but if there was such a lord who permitted Skirnir to rule the sea then these villagers did not know of him. Even the village priest, a fellow as hairy and dirt-matted as his paris.h.i.+oners, did not know if there was a lord of the marshes. "So what does Skirnir want of you?" I asked him.

"We have to give him food, lord," the priest said.

"And men," one of the villagers added.

"Men?"

"The young men go to him, lord. They serve on his s.h.i.+ps."

"They go willingly?"

"He pays silver," a villager said grudgingly.

"He takes girls too," the priest said.

"So he pays his men with silver and women?"

"Yes, lord."

They did not know how many s.h.i.+ps Skirnir possessed, though the priest was certain he only had two the size of Seolferwulf Seolferwulf. We heard the same things the next night when we stopped at another village in another creek on that treeless sh.o.r.e. We had rowed all day, the mainland to our right and the islands to our north and west. Skade had pointed to Zegge, but from our distance it looked little different from any other island. Many of them had mounds, the terpen terpen, but we were so far off that we could see no detail. Sometimes only the s.h.i.+mmering dark shape of a terpen terpen showing at the sea's edge betrayed that there was an island just beyond the horizon. showing at the sea's edge betrayed that there was an island just beyond the horizon.

"So what do we do?" Finan asked me that night.

"I don't know," I admitted.

He grinned. The water lapped at Seolferwulf Seolferwulf 's hull. We slept aboard her and most of the crew had already swathed themselves in cloaks and had lain down between the benches while Skade, Finan, Osferth, and Rollo, who was the leader of Ragnar's men, talked with me on the steering platform. 's hull. We slept aboard her and most of the crew had already swathed themselves in cloaks and had lain down between the benches while Skade, Finan, Osferth, and Rollo, who was the leader of Ragnar's men, talked with me on the steering platform.

"Skirnir has around four hundred men," I said.

"Maybe four hundred and fifty," Skade said.

"So we kill six men apiece," Rollo said. He was an easygoing man like Ragnar, with a round and guileless face, though that was deceiving for, though he was young, he had already earned a reputation as a formidable fighter. He was called Rollo the Hairy, not just because he wore his fair hair down to his waist, but because he had woven the locks of hair cut from his dead enemies into a thick sword belt. "I wish Saxons would grow their hair longer," he had grumbled to me as we crossed the sea.

"If they did," I had said, "you'd have ten sword belts."

"I already have seven," he said, and grinned.

"How many men on Zegge?" I now asked Skade.

"No more than a hundred."

Osferth spat out a fish bone. "You're thinking of attacking Zegge directly, lord?"

"It won't work," I said, "we won't find our way through the shoals." One thing I had learned from the villagers was that Zegge was surrounded by shallow waters, that the channels s.h.i.+fted with the sand and tide, and that none of the pa.s.sages was marked.

"What then?" Osferth asked.

A star fell. It scratched a flicker of light across the darkness and was gone, and with its fall the answer came to me. I had been thinking that I would attack Skirnir's s.h.i.+ps one by one, destroying the small s.h.i.+ps and so weakening him, but within a day or two he would realize what was happening and he would use his larger s.h.i.+ps to destroy us. There was no safe way to attack Skirnir. He had found a perfect refuge in the islands, and I would need ten s.h.i.+ps like Seolferwulf Seolferwulf to challenge him there. to challenge him there.

So I had to lure him out of his perfect refuge. I smiled. "You're going to betray me," I told Osferth.

"I am?"

"Who's your father?"

"You know who my father is," he said resentfully. He never liked being reminded that he was Alfred's b.a.s.t.a.r.d.

"And your father is old," I said, "and his chosen heir is scarcely weaned, and you are a warrior. You want gold."

"I do?"

"You want gold to raise men, because you want to be King of Wess.e.x."

Osferth snorted at that. "I don't," he said.

"You do now," I said, "because you're the b.a.s.t.a.r.d son of a king and you have a warrior's reputation. And tomorrow you betray me."

I told him how.

Nothing great is done without risk, but there are times I look back on those days and am amazed at the risk we ran in Frisia. It was, in its small way, like luring Harald to Fearnhamme, because again I divided my forces, and again I risked everything on the a.s.sumption that my enemy would do exactly what I wished him to do. And once again the lure was Skade.

She was so beautiful. It was a sinuous dark beauty. To look at her was to want her, to know her was to distrust her, but the distrust was ever conquered by that extraordinary beauty. Her face was high-boned, smooth-skinned, large-eyed, and full-mouthed. Her black hair was l.u.s.trous, her body was languorous. Of course many girls are beautiful, but life is hard on a woman. Childbirth racks her body like storms, and the never-ending work of pounding grains and spinning yarn takes its toll on that early loveliness, yet Skade, even though she had lived longer than twenty years, had kept her fresh beauty. She knew it too, and it mattered to her, for it had carried her from a widow's poor house to the high tables of long-beamed mead halls. She liked to say that she had been sold to Skirnir, but in truth she had welcomed him, then been disappointed by him because, for all the treasure he ama.s.sed, he had no ambitions beyond the Frisian Islands. He had found a plump patch for piracy, and it made no sense to Skirnir to sail far away to seek a plumper patch, and so Skade had found Harald, who promised her Wess.e.x, and now she had found me.

"She's using you," Brida had told me in Dunholm.

"I'm using her," I had answered.

"There are a dozen wh.o.r.es here who'll prove cheaper," Brida had retorted scornfully.

So Skade was using me, but for what? She was demanding half her husband's h.o.a.rd, but what would she do with it? When I asked her, she shrugged as if the question was unimportant, but late that night, before Osferth's feigned betrayal, she spoke with me. Why did I want her husband's money?

"You know why."

"To take your fortress back?"

"Yes."

She lay silent for a while. The water made its small noise along Seolferwulf Seolferwulf 's strakes. I could hear the snores of my men, the s.h.i.+fting feet of the sentries in the prow and above our heads on the steering platform. "And what then?" she asked. 's strakes. I could hear the snores of my men, the s.h.i.+fting feet of the sentries in the prow and above our heads on the steering platform. "And what then?" she asked.

"I will be the Lord of Bebbanburg," I said.

"As Skirnir is Lord of Zegge?"

"There was a time," I said, "when the Lord of Bebbanburg ruled far into the north and all the way down to the Humbre."

"They ruled Northumbria?"

"Yes."

I was bewitched by her. My ancestors had never ruled Northumbria, merely the northern part of that kingdom when it was divided between two thrones, but I was laying imaginary tribute at her feet. I was holding out the prospect of her being a queen, for that was what Skade wanted. She wanted to rule, and for that she needed a man who could lead warriors, and for the moment she believed I was that man.

"Guthred rules Northumbria now?" she asked.

"And he's mad," I said, "and he's sick."

"And when he dies?"

"Another man will be king," I said.

She slid a long thigh up mine, caressed a hand across my chest and kissed my shoulder. "Who?" she asked.

"Whoever is strongest," I said.

She kissed me again, then she lay still, dreaming. And I dreamed of Bebbanburg, of its windswept halls, its small fields and its tough, dour people. And I thought of the risk we must run in the dawn.

Earlier that night, under the cover of darkness, we had loaded a small boat with mail coats, weapons, helmets, and my iron-bound chest. We had carried that precious cargo to the uninhabited northern side of the creek and hidden it among reeds. Two men stayed to guard it, and their orders were to stay concealed.

In the morning, as the fishermen waded to their moored s.h.i.+ps, we began the argument. We shouted, we bellowed insults, and then, as the villagers paused in their tasks to watch Seolferwulf Seolferwulf, we began to fight. Swords clashed, there was the thump of steel on s.h.i.+eld-wood, the screams of injured men, though none was really hurt. Some of my men were laughing at the pretense, but from the creek's sh.o.r.e it would have all looked real, and slowly a part of the crew was driven to Seolferwulf Seolferwulf 's stern where they began to leap to safety. I was one of them. I wore no mail and the only weapon I had was Wasp-Sting and I held onto her as I leaped. Skade jumped with me. Our s.h.i.+p was anch.o.r.ed on the creek's southern side, away from the deeper water in the channel's center, and none of us needed to swim. I floundered for a moment, then my feet found the muddy bottom and I grabbed hold of Skade and dragged her toward the village. The men remaining on 's stern where they began to leap to safety. I was one of them. I wore no mail and the only weapon I had was Wasp-Sting and I held onto her as I leaped. Skade jumped with me. Our s.h.i.+p was anch.o.r.ed on the creek's southern side, away from the deeper water in the channel's center, and none of us needed to swim. I floundered for a moment, then my feet found the muddy bottom and I grabbed hold of Skade and dragged her toward the village. The men remaining on Seolferwulf Seolferwulf jeered at us, and Osferth hurled a spear that came perilously close to me. "Go and die!" Osferth shouted. jeered at us, and Osferth hurled a spear that came perilously close to me. "Go and die!" Osferth shouted.

"And take your wh.o.r.e with you!" Finan added. Another spear splashed into the creek, and I seized it as we struggled up the shelving beach.

There were thirty-two of us, just under half the crew, while the rest had stayed aboard Seolferwulf Seolferwulf. We came ash.o.r.e soaking wet, none of us in mail and some without even a weapon. The villagers gaped at us. The fishermen had paused to watch the fight, but now some headed out to sea, but not before I made certain they had a good view of Skade. She wore a thin linen s.h.i.+ft that clung wetly to her s.h.i.+vering body, and she had gold at her neck and on her wrists. The villagers might not have recognized her, but they would remember her.

A pair of fis.h.i.+ng boats still lay at their moorings and I waded out to one and hauled myself aboard. Back on the beach my small band was gathering round a herring-smoking fire to dry themselves. I had Rollo and ten of his men, the rest were my warriors.

We watched as Osferth's men hauled up the stone anchor, then took Seolferwulf Seolferwulf out of the creek. She used ten oars on each side, and she went slowly. I felt a moment of alarm as she turned northeast and her pale hull was hidden from me by the intervening dunes. A s.h.i.+p is a kind of fortress, and I had abandoned her, and I touched Thor's hammer in a silent plea that the G.o.ds would preserve us. out of the creek. She used ten oars on each side, and she went slowly. I felt a moment of alarm as she turned northeast and her pale hull was hidden from me by the intervening dunes. A s.h.i.+p is a kind of fortress, and I had abandoned her, and I touched Thor's hammer in a silent plea that the G.o.ds would preserve us.

Skirnir, I knew, would hear of the fight. He would learn that Seolferwulf Seolferwulf was half-crewed, and he would hear of the tall, black-haired, gold-draped girl. He would know that we had been abandoned without mail and with few weapons. Thus I baited him. I had thrown down the raw meat and now waited for the wolf to come to the trap. was half-crewed, and he would hear of the tall, black-haired, gold-draped girl. He would know that we had been abandoned without mail and with few weapons. Thus I baited him. I had thrown down the raw meat and now waited for the wolf to come to the trap.

We used the fis.h.i.+ng boat to cross the creek and made a driftwood fire on the beach. We stayed all day, like men who had no plan. It began to rain in the late morning, and after a while the rain became harder, cras.h.i.+ng down from a low gray sky. We piled wood on the fire, the flames fighting the downpour that hid us as we brought back the weapons and mail we had hidden the night before. I now had thirty-four men, and I sent two of them to explore the creek's higher reaches. Both men had been raised on the banks of the Temes where it widens into the sea, and the coast there is not unlike the sh.o.r.e where we were stranded. They could both swim, both were at ease in the marshes, and I told them what I wanted and they set off to find it. They came back in the late afternoon, just as the rain was easing.

In the early evening, when the fis.h.i.+ng boats returned on an incoming tide, I took six men over the creek and used a handful of silver sc.r.a.ps to buy fish. We all had swords, and the villagers treated us with a cautious respect. "What lies that way?" I asked them, pointing up the creek.

They knew there was a monastery inland, but it was far off, and only three of the men had ever seen the place. "It's a whole day's journey," they said with awe.

"Well I can't go to sea," I said, "or Skirnir will catch us."

They said nothing to that. The very name of Skirnir was frightening.

"I hear he's a rich man," I remarked.

One of the old men made the sign of the cross. I had seen wooden idols in the village, but the folk knew of Christianity too, and his quick gesture told me that I had frightened him. "His treasure, lord," he told me quietly, "is in a great mound, and a huge dragon guards it."

"A dragon?"

"A fire dragon, lord, with black wings to shadow the moon." He made the sign of the cross again, then, to make certain, tugged a hammer amulet from beneath his filthy s.h.i.+rt and kissed it.

We took the food back to our side of the creek and then, on the last of the flood, we rowed the fis.h.i.+ng boat inland. It was crowded and our small boat floated low. The villagers watched until we vanished, and still we rowed, gliding between reed beds and mudbanks until we reached the place that my two scouts had chosen. They had done well. The place was exactly what I wanted, an island of dunes isolated in a tangle of water, and accessible only in two places. We grounded the boat and lit another driftwood fire. The day was ending. The dark clouds had blown westward so that Skirnir's sea was in deep shadow, while to the east the land glowed beneath the dying sun. I could see the smoke of three settlements and, far on the horizon, some low hills where the tangle of marsh and sand ended and the higher land began. I a.s.sumed the monastery was in those hills, but it was too far away to be seen. Then the sun slid below the rain clouds and everything was in shadow, but a call from Rollo made me turn to see s.h.i.+ps approaching the coast in the last of the daylight. Two large s.h.i.+ps came first. They came from the direction of the islands, and then a third s.h.i.+p, paler than the first two and travelling much slower because she had fewer oarsmen.

Seolferwulf was the last of the three s.h.i.+ps, while the darker pair belonged to Skirnir. was the last of the three s.h.i.+ps, while the darker pair belonged to Skirnir.

The wolf had come for his b.i.t.c.h.

FOUR.

I had told Finan to play the madman, a thing he could do well. Not mad as in moon-touched, but dangerously mad as though one wrong word could send him into a welter of killing. Finan, if you did not know him well, was frightening. He was small and wiry, his strength tensed in a thin frame, while his face was all bone and scar. To look at Finan was to see a man who had endured battle and slavery and extreme hards.h.i.+p, a man who might have nothing to lose, and I counted on that to persuade Skirnir to treat Seolferwulf Seolferwulf 's crew with caution. There was very little to stop Skirnir simply taking 's crew with caution. There was very little to stop Skirnir simply taking Seolferwulf Seolferwulf and slaughtering its men, except the possibility that he might lose his own men in the capture. True, he would not lose many, but even twenty or thirty casualties would hurt him. Besides, Osferth and Finan brought him a gift and, as far as Skirnir knew, they were ready to help deliver that gift. I did not doubt that Skirnir would want to take and slaughtering its men, except the possibility that he might lose his own men in the capture. True, he would not lose many, but even twenty or thirty casualties would hurt him. Besides, Osferth and Finan brought him a gift and, as far as Skirnir knew, they were ready to help deliver that gift. I did not doubt that Skirnir would want to take Seolferwulf Seolferwulf for his own, but guessed he would wait until he had gained Skade and my death before he made that attempt. So I told Finan to frighten him. for his own, but guessed he would wait until he had gained Skade and my death before he made that attempt. So I told Finan to frighten him.

Osferth and Finan, once they left the creek, took Seolferwulf Seolferwulf up the coast and then, as if they did not know what to do, rowed to the center of the inner sea and there let the s.h.i.+p roll on the small waves. "We saw the fis.h.i.+ng boats racing over the water," Finan told me later, "and knew they were going to Zegge." up the coast and then, as if they did not know what to do, rowed to the center of the inner sea and there let the s.h.i.+p roll on the small waves. "We saw the fis.h.i.+ng boats racing over the water," Finan told me later, "and knew they were going to Zegge."

Skirnir, of course, heard about the fight in the creek and how the Viking s.h.i.+p was now wallowing aimlessly, and curiosity made him send one of his two large s.h.i.+ps to investigate, though he did not go himself. His youngest brother talked with Finan and Osferth, and heard how they had mutinied against Uhtred of Bebbanburg, and heard too that Uhtred had Skade, and that now Uhtred, Skade, and a small group of men were stranded among the tangle of islands and creeks. "I let the brother come aboard," Finan told me later, "and I showed him the heap of mail and weapons. I said they were all yours."

"So he thought we were weaponless?"

"I told him you had a wee sword," Finan said, "but just a wee one." Grageld, Skirnir's brother, did not count the heaped coats, nor even the tangle of swords, spears, and axes. If he had, he might have suspected Finan's lies, because there were only enough mail coats and weapons to equip Finan's shrunken crew. Instead he simply believed what the Irishman told him. "So then," Finan went on, "we spun him our tale."

That tale began with truth. Finan told Grageld that we had sailed to the Frisian Islands in an attempt to rob Skirnir, but then he decorated the truth with fantasy. "I said we learned the gold was too well guarded, so we insisted you sold Skade back to her husband. But you wouldn't agree to that. I said we all hated the b.i.t.c.h, and he said we were right to hate her."

"Grageld didn't like her?"

"None of them liked her, lord, but Skirnir was stricken by her. The brother thought she'd cast a spell on Skirnir."

Finan told me this tale in Skirnir's hall, and I remember looking across at Skade in the light of the great fire that burned in the central hearth. She was an aglaecwif, I thought, a sorceress. Years ago Father Beocca told me a story from the olden days, from the far-off days when men built in s.h.i.+ning marble, the days before the world turned dark and dirty. For once it was not a tale about G.o.d or his prophets, but about a queen who ran away from her husband because she fell in love with another man, and the husband took a great fleet of s.h.i.+ps to get her back, and in the end a whole city was burned and all its men were killed, and all because of that long-dead aglaecwif. The poets say we fight for glory, for gold, for reputation, and for our homes, but in my life I have just as often fought for a woman. They have the power. I frequently heard aelswith, Alfred's sour wife who resented that Wess.e.x never granted the t.i.tle of queen, complain that it was a man's world. So it may be, but women have power over men. It is for women that the long fleets cross the salt seas, and for women that the proud halls burn, and for women that the sword-warriors are buried.

"Well, of course, Grageld wanted us to go to Skirnir," Finan said, "but we said no. He asked what we wanted, and we said we'd come for the reward because we wanted to make Osferth king and needed silver to do that."

"He believed that?"

"Do you need a reason to want silver?" Finan asked, then shrugged. "He believed us, lord, and Osferth was persuasive."

"When I told the story," Osferth put in wryly, "I found myself believing it."

I laughed at that. "You want to be king, Osferth?"

He smiled, and when he smiled he resembled his father so much that it was uncanny. "No, lord," he said gently.

"And I'm not really sure Grageld knew who Alfred was," Finan went on. "He knew the name well enough, and he knew his coins, of course, but he seemed to think Wess.e.x was a way off. So I said it was a country where the silver grew on the ash trees, and that its king was old and tired, and that Osferth would be the new king and he would be a friend to Skirnir."

"He believed all this?"

"He must have done! The brother wanted us to go to Zegge, but I said no. I was not taking Seolferwulf Seolferwulf through those channels, lord, for her to be trapped inside, and so we waited outside and Skirnir came out with the second s.h.i.+p and they put the boats either side of us and I could see they were thinking of capturing us." through those channels, lord, for her to be trapped inside, and so we waited outside and Skirnir came out with the second s.h.i.+p and they put the boats either side of us and I could see they were thinking of capturing us."

Which is what I had feared. I imagined Seolferwulf Seolferwulf with her shrunken crew flanked by Skirnir's two long s.h.i.+ps packed with men. with her shrunken crew flanked by Skirnir's two long s.h.i.+ps packed with men.