Sandra Hill - [Vikings I 03] (15 page)

“Did your father force you to foster there?” she asked, choosing to ignore his insinuation about Viking parts.

“On the contrary, I coaxed my father into allowing me to be a Saxon fosterling.”

“But why?”

He shrugged, scratching distractedly at his arms, then the back of his neck. Eadyth wanted to remind him that the onion juice would alleviate his discomfort but knew somehow that he would accept no help from her.

“’Tis hard to explain, but even then times were changing for all Norsemen. Throughout Britain, you see evidence of how we Norsemen have assimilated, adopting Saxon customs, marrying their women. And ’tis not one-sided, this blending. Saxons have taken on many Norse ways, as well.”

“Like Earl Orm?”

“Yea, and many others. It seemed to me, even as a child, that my future, and that of my fellow Norsemen, would be better served by learning the Saxon ways so both peoples could live together peacefully.”

Eadyth bit her bottom lip thoughtfully and gazed at this husband of hers—a stranger, really—seeing him in a new light. She had heard of his military exploits, but this idealistic side of his nature intrigued her.

But mayhap his noble words were just a ploy to soften her anger. She would have to tread carefully.

“And Tykir? Did he foster there with you?”

“Hardly,” Eirik scoffed. “He was more interested in the direct approach to settlement in Britain. Kill every Saxon in sight.”

“What has all this to do with Steven and your disgusting behavior?”

Eirik stroked his mustache absently. Then he flexed his fingers nervously and combed them through his hair. His throat worked as he sought for the right words.

Eadyth studied him carefully. What could cause such distress in Eirik that he would have trouble expressing himself?

Eirik cleared his throat and began. “Steven was also a fosterling at King Athelstan’s court. In fact, they were second cousins,” he said. “When I arrived, I had seen only ten winters, and Steven five more than that. We should have been friends.”

Eirik seemed drawn back in time, and a fierce anguish swept over his face in memory. A deep, deep pain misted his blue eyes.

“And?” she prompted when his silence went on and on.

At first, he did not seem to hear her as his thoughts turned inward.

“And?” she repeated.

“And we were
not
friends.” Eirik sighed deeply, forcing himself back to the present. Then he looked her directly in the eye, determination turning his eyes dark blue. “Steven was evil even then. He delighted in torturing not only animals, but those humans unwise enough to cross his path—those younger or weaker than he.”

Eadyth waited patiently for Steven to continue.

“I was only there a few sennights when he made arrangements with a notorious Norse outlaw, Ivar the Vicious, for my kidnapping. ’Twas intended as a trap to capture Sigtrygg, who was then the Viking king of Northumbria, but, instead, it led to my father’s death.”

Eirik held up his left hand, displaying his missing finger. “Ivar sent the finger to my father with a ransom note, but I blame Steven. ’Twas the first, and surely the least, of the injuries inflicted on me by the Earl of Gravely.”

Eadyth was appalled.

“When I was back at King Athelstan’s court, I knew
enough to steer clear of the brute. But one night I was careless. He and two of his friends trapped me in a remote corridor of the castle, and…and…they beat me viciously.”

Eadyth’s heart went out to Eirik and all he must have suffered as a young boy. She wished she could do something to ease his pain, to wipe away all the bad memories. Forgetting her revulsion over a man’s touch this once, Eadyth lay a sympathetic hand on Eirik’s arm, willing him silently to raise his bowed head.

“Oh, Eirik, how sad for you,” she said, reaching forward to place a comforting hand over his.

He shrugged her hand away. “Your pity unmans me.”

“Pity! Eirik, you were only ten years old. Did King Athelstan punish Steven?”

“Nay, but I handled the matter myself several years later when my body’s growth had caught up to Steven’s. I beat Steven almost to death and would have suffered no qualms in snuffing the very breath from his body, but the king’s retainers pulled me away. I was the one punished in the end with a wergild—and a hefty fine, it was—not to mention banishment from court for one year. ’Twas well worth the satisfaction it gave me.”

“I think I would have done the same.”

Eirik raised an inquiring brow. “What a bloodthirsty wench you are. Let me tell you something else about the man. He and a group of his men raided a Viking homestead a few years later, and not only did they rape and kill the first wife of Selik, my father’s best friend, but they carried the skull of his baby son on a pike for weeks to lure Selik out of hiding.”

“Oh, Eirik. So that is why you hate Steven so?”

“That, and much more.”

“I knew Steven was immoral after he betrayed me so callously, but I never suspected the extent of his wickedness. How could there be more?”

“Because I did not bend to his will, because I finally dared to fight him, Steven delighted in tormenting me through the years. Oh, never so openly again. He is a master at hiding his
dirty tricks. My favorite destrier was found dead. My mistress was raped by masked attackers. Lying rumors were spread about my alleged cowardice and treasonous activities.” He shrugged. “But I was not the only victim. Many men and boys suffered through the years to satisfy Steven’s insatiable appetite for pain. And women, as well, of course. Like my wife.”

“Your wife?” Eadyth barely squeaked out. “Elizabeth?”

“Yea.” Eirik gazed at Eadyth accusingly. “Like you, she succumbed to Steven’s
charms
.”

Eadyth felt her face color at Eirik’s reminder of her indiscretion. “Was she married to you at the time?”

“Yea, but that did not bother her overmuch. ’Twas more than ten years ago. We had been wed only a year, and we were very young.” He shrugged. “Apparently I did not meet her…needs.”

Eadyth stared at Eirik, dumbfounded. Even with his distorted features, she found him devastatingly attractive. Oh, ’twas true, Steven was godly handsome. Nay, she corrected herself, more like
devilishly
handsome.

“Do not dare to link me with your wife. Womanhood is our only bond. Oh, mayhap I was as blind as she in failing to see Steven’s rotten core, but I have never betrayed you. And furthermore, I would never describe you as inferior to Steven in physical appearance. You win that contest without question.”

“You think me attractive?”

Eirik’s eyes flickered with interest, and his lips tilted in a lopsided smile. He looked ludicrous to Eadyth. And wonderful. She felt her heart tug oddly and expand, causing a rush of blood to all the extremities of her body, filling her with a wonderful warmth. “God’s Bones! You turn a woman breathless and well you know it, you loathsome lout. But that will get you nowhere with me. I am immune to your blatant charms, you fool.”

That caused his face to contort even more as he made a disastrous attempt to smile wider. For some reason, Eadyth
felt absolutely no inclination to laugh. Instead, tears clouded her eyes.

“Do not cry for me, silly bird,” Eirik said softly. “Weep for Elizabeth. Steven planted his seed in her, as well, but she chose not to carry it to fruition. Unfortunately, she waited too long to seek the midwife’s cure, and she died along with Steven’s unborn son.”

Eadyth stared at Eirik in horror. No wonder he hated Steven so much. And mistrusted all women. Without thinking, she muttered, “Good Lord, the man may have bastards from one end of the country to the other. Why would he persist in seeking my son?”

“I think I know the answer. ’Tis rumored that he suffered from a massive bout of St. Anthony’s Fire seven years past which has rendered him incapable of fathering any more children.”

“Serves him right. ’Tis unfortunate the devil’s disease did not burn off his very manhood.”

“My thoughts exactly.”

They sat in easy silence for several long moments, both lost in their own thoughts.

“’Twas a foul thing you did to me, Eirik,” Eadyth finally said.

“Yea, ’twas. I do not offer this explanation to justify myself. I just wanted you to understand why I went berserk when I saw the letter from Steven. I thought…well, I thought it was happening all over again. Like Elizabeth.”

Eadyth knew that the perfect time had come to confess her masquerade, to lay all secrets out in the open between them. “Eirik, I have many faults, but dishonesty is not one of them. When I hesitated at your question about deceiving you, ’twas not because of adultery. Actually, ’tis just a tiny little secret I have. Of no real import.”

Eirik laughed. “If ’tis naught to do with adultery, or with Steven, I do not want to know. Leastways, not now. Let us save that confession for later, my lady, especially since you say it is of no real import. Have you not heard that a man
savors a bit of mystery in a woman?”

“But—”

“Besides, I find myself in need of a long draught of your good mead—the best in all Northumbria, did you not proclaim it on our first meeting?” Eirik teased. “Go now and play with your bloody bees.”

She started to protest.

“Just one last thing, Eadyth. Do you accept my apology? Can we put this…incident…behind us?”

Eadyth nodded as they both stood. “But, Eirik, we must come up with a plan to safeguard Ravenshire. Do you not think it alarming that Steven, or one of his fiendish retainers, was able to enter the keep so easily and place that lying letter under my mattress? Is it possible one of your own people works against you?”

Eirik nodded gravely. “I go to meet with Wilfrid now. Ravenshire will be made secure against Steven, of that I assure you.”

“What can I do to help with—”

“’Tis no longer your responsibility, wife. A man protects those under his shield.”

Eadyth did not care for the condescending tone of his words; they sounded too much like an order. “When I proposed marriage to you, I never asked for a knight in shining armor. All I wanted was to share your shield.”

Eirik patted her hand as if she were a child. “You are not to worry, wife. I will handle everything.”

Eadyth gritted her teeth. Later, she would have to explain to her husband that she did not intend to be a docile wife. But she let him think she was acceding to his superiority. For now.

The next day, Eirik discovered that he could not go to Jorvik, and Asa, as he had wished. He had to implement safeguards against Steven, as Eadyth had suggested. The castle wall needed completion. Letters were sent off to lowly knights in other keeps asking if they would like to serve the
Lord of Ravenshire. More and more of his grandfather’s people—cotters, craftsmen, servants—were returning daily as news spread of Ravenshire’s new life.

With dismay, Eirik realized that, without ever having made a real decision to stay at Ravenshire, he was digging himself deeper and deeper into a commitment to the land and the people.

And he was not sure it was what he wanted.

Besides taking extra measures to safeguard the keep, Eirik also tried hard to make amends to Eadyth for his despicable behavior. Over the next three days, while he slept in the hall in consideration of Eadyth’s monthly flux, he allowed her to impose her silly rules: forcing the servants to bathe once a sennight; delousing all the mattresses, pallets and bed linens; decreeing that his men could no longer throw their bones and other refuse in the rushes of the hall after eating.

God’s Blood!
She even wanted to make a rule against belching and breaking wind in public, stating that his men had the manners of swine. “You have been raised in the king’s court. You have a responsibility to teach those beneath you the polite ways of society,” she had chided him.

That was where he had put a stop to her domineering ways. “Have you lost your senses? There are some things beyond my control,” he balked. “My men would laugh me out of Britain. I refuse to discuss such piddling subjects with them. Nay, do not lift your stubborn nose to the roof. My word is final.”

She had backed down on that demand, but then made many others. Plow new fields. Buy sheep. Clean garderobes. Dig wells. Repair weaving sheds. Erect new cottages. On and on she went in her shrewish, grating voice until she came to him with a new request.

“Wouldst you do me a tiny favor?”

“Bloody Hell! I think I hear those words in my sleep now.”

“Could you please climb up on a ladder and dust some of the cobwebs in the upper beams of the great hall?”

“The servants can do that. Call Lambert.”

“He has refused. They all have. ’Twould seem they are afraid of the height.”

Eirik’s eyes narrowed with suspicion. “Just where is this ladder?”

Eadyth pretended nonchalance, waving a hand airily. “Over there.”

Eirik looked toward the end of the hall where she had placed a specially made ladder, one that extended up two stories to the highest beams in the ceiling. No wonder none of his servants wanted to climb the rickety thing.

“Holy hell, Eadyth!” he exclaimed, squinting upward. “How could you even see that far to tell whether there are cobwebs or gold dust?”

She sniffed haughtily. “Does that mean you will not do me the favor?”

“It means you are out of your mind. Hell’s flames, this keep is so clean now it squeaks. Furthermore, you have bled my guilt dry these past three days. I consider our account paid in full. If you want favors from me, you had best start giving a few of your own. But, for now, go find some other lackwit to break his neck for you because I will not.”

He stormed off to the practice fields to work out his frustrations in military exercises with his men, thinking once again that it was time to go to Jorvik and spend some time with his mistress. He needed the comfort of Asa’s body and the peace of her undemanding silence.

Unfortunately, Eadyth soon intruded even into this all-male domain.

“M’lord, come quick,” Bertha called out from the edge of the field.

“What is it? Are we being attacked?” Eirik shouted, rushing to her side. “Why did the sentries not sound the alarm?”