A Twist in Time (15 page)

And was that pepper? Only the richest could afford pepper on their food. It came from the farthest trading posts. She must be very wealthy.

She went away and got a dish of her own and a glass of water. She sat with one foot tucked under her on the very end of the bed and ate. But he could feel her watching him.

“More?” she asked.

He hardly had to translate to
ma
. He got it from the context and nodded.

She set her bowl aside and left to fill his. “
Bring meodu
,” he called after her. She poked her head back in. She obviously didn’t understand. “
W n? B or?
” He’d rather have mead, but they would do. A man didn’t drink water except if he was on a fast march or was too poor to afford a better drink.

She shook her head. “The boat does not have beer or wine.” She seemed too tired to speak Latin consistently, but even in her strange Englisc he got the meaning.

He could not hide his disgust. It looked like it was water or nothing.

By the time he was halfway through the second bowl and had drunk the glass of water she brought, he was able to slow down and watch her eat. She was very dainty. She wiped her mouth with a fragile piece of cloth. Was it cloth? He couldn’t help noticing that her neck and her chest were bare since she’d taken her jacket off, as well as her arms. Her skin was almost translucent. Her hair was the color of banked coals. If she would but let it loose down her back it would flow like a river at sunset. Her lashes were thick and dark. They only made her skin seem whiter. The fact that she seemed not to care that her legs and arms were bare argued that she was a prostitute as he had first guessed. Yet wantons did not blush in embarrassment about their desires. She was a puzzle. A beautiful puzzle.

She glanced up from her food to find him watching her. Her eyes were gray-green like the sea now, but in the morning light at the docks today they had startled him with the green of rich summer grass. This woman could have any man she wanted. Would she stay with a wounded man?

“
Es g d
,” he said, indicating his bowl. “
Thonc to thu
.”

She was even prettier when she smiled. She handed him the cloth to wipe his mouth. But it wasn’t cloth. Could it be very thin parchment? He wiped his beard and mustache, acutely
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conscious that he had gulped the stew. He watched her brow crease in concentration. “You are very welcome,” she said slowly in her heavily accented Latin. “I have sorrow my Latin is poor.

You speak three languages, yes?”

He nodded and mustered an answer in Latin: “Danir live beside Saxon in the Danelaw. They must learn the words of both. And the priests of the Christ Cult have influence. It is good to know their language also.” A thought occurred. He would give her something to do while he healed, keep her busy so perhaps she would not chafe at staying with him as long as he needed her. And he would become independent of her into the bargain. “You will teach me to speak the Englisc of your time,” he ordered. “My tongue loves words and yours are kin to ones I know.

I will learn quickly.”

Her eyes lighted up. “If I am not . . . having obligation to speak Latin, I am . . . made glad.” She slipped out of Latin to mutter, “No. That’s not right.” She started again. “I want to teach you.”

“You can tell me of your world.”

She smiled. “You be . . .” She searched for a word. “You will be not happy with my world when you know it.”

“It is good to know your foes.”

Her eyes opened wide. “I am not your foe.”

“No, you are not.” He mustn’t frighten her. “But you say foes would keep me from my home.”

He wanted nothing more than to go home.

She heaved a sigh. A crease appeared between her brows. He liked it better when she smiled.

“Jake thinks we have such foes.”

“Jake is a wise man.”

She rose and took his bowl, spoon, and napkin. “Can you sleep? Did you sleep today?”

“No.” How could he with so much pain?

She bit her lip. “I am sorry. I will set the . . .” She apparently couldn’t think of a word. “I will wake in the night to give you . . . to take away your pain.”

He was very tired. He slid down in the bed. She pulled the blankets up, then put the bowl down on the little shelf next to the bed and adjusted his pillows. The linens were finer than any he had ever seen. He was glad for her tablets. They kept the pain at bay. Perhaps he should not have made her threaten him with starvation before he agreed to take them. . . . There was one more thing he needed. “I would have the sword. Bring it to me.”

She bit her lip, then gave a tiny shake of her head. “Later,” she said. “You are too weak.”

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He felt his brows draw together. That was true. A fierce fire lighted inside him. He would not be weak long. And then he would show her what it was to serve a warrior leader of the Danir.

She turned out the light. “Sleep well,” she said in Englisc. He understood. The words were nearly the same now as then. But he didn’t know if he could do as she bid. . . .

Lucy finished washing the dishes in the tiny galley and put everything back in its place. She took one of the large flannel shirts Jake had sent along for Galen with her into the head just off the salon. She stripped off her knits and she pinned up her hair. In the little mirror she saw her breasts rise as she lifted her arms. She wanted a different body. Now that was a transformation she couldn’t make, short of radical surgery. Maybe it was the comparison between her softness and the Viking’s hard body that made her more wistful than usual. She’d never been a woman a man lusted after. She’d gotten used to that.

She pushed the wistfulness away and stepped into the shower. Hot water had never felt so good. The muscles in her shoulders unwound as she washed her body, twice. She was quick about it, though. Hot water was precious on a boat. Stepping out, she dried and donned the soft flannel shirt. Then she rinsed out her knits and her underwear with liquid soap until the water was no longer pink and rolled them in her towel to squeeze out the water. When she emerged from the head, she draped them over the little table in the galley to dry. At least she wouldn’t smell like blood tomorrow.

This whole situation seemed unreal. She was hiding out on a boat with a Viking from A.D. 912

because someone might want to kill them because they knew the secret of a time machine. It sounded like a bad sci-fi movie. And Brad? Brad the ultrapractical, driven scientific geek, was part of all of this? How could she believe that?

As well as she could believe that a Viking was asleep in the aft cabin.

And she was going to teach him English.

But first, in the morning, she would head into Novato and buy him some boxer shorts.

Galen watched her through the lighted passageway from the dark of the bedroom, moving about putting dishes away, getting things from cupboards. Did the woman always have bare legs? Even when she was wearing her skirt he could see her knees, and now that she wore only a brightly colored man’s shirt, even her
thighs
were visible. It was amazing she wasn’t raped half a dozen times before she could make it to the daily market. All men were not like him, who had no need to force a woman. The men of her time must be eunuchs. The only time one saw a woman’s body was when one swived her, and sometimes not even then, if she only pulled up her skirts. Perhaps this Brad who was Lucy’s lover protected her from attack. But then why had he let her go back to Galen’s time alone? If Galen weren’t so cursed weak, he would show her the result of tempting a red-blooded man in this way. He would make her
want
to bed him, and then he would show her such pleasure that she would want it many times before she broke her fast each day.

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But now he was tired. All day he had lain in pain, unable to find any position to give him relief.

Now . . . now the pain wasn’t so bad. And that was good. He breathed softly. In. Out. In. Out.

Yes. It was definitely better. . . .

“Bring those rollers over here!” Brad yelled at the team from the Army Corps of Engineers unloading them from the flatbed truck that later would carry the machine back to the collider lab down the peninsula. Brad had gotten no sleep, not just because he’d been reporting in to Jensen, who was
not
a happy camper and facing the fact that his project was still in the toilet.

He hadn’t slept because he couldn’t get out of his mind the fact that he really hadn’t known Lucy at all. She’d betrayed him by taking the machine and hooking up with this medieval guy.

Brad had wanted to marry her for God’s sake, even though he could probably have gotten women better looking, or who at least pretended to share his interest in scientific method and pursuit. He’d almost been ready to overlook Lucy’s shortcomings. She was kind of a project, just like the machine. He wanted to make her into all she could be. And the ungrateful bitch threw him over for some dumb-ass Neanderthal? Unbelievable. How she’d strung him along, taking advantage of his love for her. . . .

“Dr. Steadman.” The big guy with the florid face held out his hand. “Captain Fred Erli. I’m the supervisor on this job.” The man’s handshake was as bluff and hearty as he was.

“Just get it out safely and quickly.”

“Gonna have to take that tarp off.”

“Absolutely not.”

The man raised his brows. “Look. That tarp’ll get caught in the rollers. And we’ve got to see the structure clearly to know where to hook the cables so as not to damage it.”

Brad looked both right and left, disgusted, before he snapped, “Do what you have to do.”

Erli gestured to the workmen putting the rollers in place. “Tarp,” he called. They ambled over to pull off the heavy canvas.

“Steadman.” Brad turned. Casey’s eyes were bloodshot. His suit was wrinkled.

“Have you found them?”

“She and the guy took a taxi from the hospital to her apartment. Her fingerprints were on the doorknob. Took a while to talk to everybody in the building. They were at work or whatever.

Nobody saw her. Nobody found anything missing.” Casey shoved his hands in his pant pockets.

“No sign of her at the shop. She’d have seen that it’s vacant, so she might not have tried to get in. No taxi with a fare pickup at either the apartment or the shop. We confiscated her car months ago. He couldn’t have walked far. Maybe she called someone to pick them up. But her cell phone contract was cut for non-payment, and the only all-night drugstore around there
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didn’t sell any disposables. We checked with her assistant. She says she didn’t get a call. Phone records confirm that, but we’ll sweat her a little more anyway.”

They’d lost her. “Great.” He’d thought Casey was invincible. Looked like he was wrong.

“What’s even better is that is that I had to spend time cleaning up the trail she did leave.” Casey spit onto the concrete. “The hospital called the police because it looked like the guy was a victim of an attack. They confiscated a nasty-looking sword with blood all over it. She told them he was taking part in some battle reenactment and the blood was fake. Of course an event like that would have to get a permit, so it didn’t take long to find out she was lying on all fronts.

That got everybody excited.” Casey shook his head. “I had to call Felton over at the FBI again to get the sword back and take over the case. Don’t want the thin blue line tangling things up.”

“You got a drawing of him circulating? Someone’s got to recognize a half-naked medieval guy.”

Casey glared at Brad’s questioning his competence. “Not sure what he is. We sent the clothes and the sword down to Stanford for analysis.”

The tarp sighed to the concrete floor in big folds. The men gasped at the great golden gears studded with jewels. “I thought you said the clothes were from the Middle Ages.”

“The professor down at Stanford said on first glance he thought they were Dark Age.”

“When was that?”

Casey frowned at him. “Education a little narrow there, Steadman? You should have gone to the Point. Dark Ages were roughly a.d. 500 to 1000. Rough times. Coupled with the Nordic or Germanic language witnesses report he spoke, looks to me like we have a Saxon or a Viking on our hands.” The workers dragged the rollers into place and hooked a cable to the base of the machine.

Brad flushed. Lucy had fallen for a primitive Viking, the kind who pillaged all of Europe? The original terrorists. Saxons weren’t much better. They just got there earlier. Brad lost it. “Great.

He’s probably the one who sabotaged the machine just to get the diamond and you can’t find them even though he sticks out like a sore thumb in modern San Francisco.”

“We’ll find them,” Casey said through gritted teeth.

“And you think that, why?”

Without another word the colonel whirled away and strode to the elevator.

Thursday

“Rise and shine,” Lucy said, bringing a bowl of oatmeal into the Viking’s cabin, along with another dose of Vicodin and Keflex. She’d found an alarm and set it to get up and dose him with