A Twist in Time (40 page)

“The Earth is sick, Galen. And you will make it right. Go, into the jaws of death, and snatch it
back from the brink of ruin. Time is a vortex. Now is your time.”

And Baldur, the sacrificed god, so fair of form he was blinding, strode through the blackened
forest all around the crevice to stand on its edge. “You must go in my name, Galen. You must
brave losing all.”

“Will I be sacrificed, as you were?” Galen called to him.

“Time will tell the sooth of things.”

“Will I make a child with Lucy?” That was not important to the gods, but it was to him.

“Time will tell . . . ,” Freya echoed. She and Baldur began to fade, both of them.

“You speak in riddles!” Galen shouted.

“You know what to do.” This last from Baldur just before he disappeared
.

Galen was left alone in the searing heat from the crevice of the earth and the smoking,
blackened ruin of a forest.

Galen woke in a sweat, gasping. Lucy lay beside him sleeping like the dead after their lovemaking. What kind of a dream was that, where gods spoke in riddles?

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But it wasn’t a riddle. He knew what to do.

Lucy swept the results of Vandal’s morning constitutional into Half Moon Bay and rinsed the deck. Oh, well, at least it was natural. But she felt guilty after Galen’s speech about the ailing earth. They’d slept late. The sun was already up over the coastal hills, lighting the boat, though the town of Half Moon Bay, stretched along the coast, was still in shadow.
Must be about nine.

The cold sea air stung her lungs in a good way. Today they would start south, never touching a wharf until they were past San Diego and into Mexican waters.

Why didn’t that feel as good as the air in her lungs? She motioned Vandal below. If they were going on a long haul, she’d better check the equipment one more time. Spare parts for the engine—had she seen those anywhere when she was exploring that first day? She didn’t think so. She vaulted down through the hatch and jumped off the ladder. How could she feel so good with so few hours’ sleep? Probably had something to do with that Viking bent over the charts.

She sobered. She had felt some reticence in him last night. He’d looked almost tragic for an instant when she’d rolled the condom over that lovely big weapon he owned. Probably mourning for a time when there were no such things as condoms. He might be mourning his time for the rest of his life. And that might stand between them.

A cup of coffee steamed on the chart table beside Galen. “About ready?” she asked.

He nodded with a sad little smile.
Oh, boy.
Something was wrong. She sighed and gathered herself. Engine parts. She checked the locker under the chart table. Not really big enough. She opened the lockers across from the head. Nada. Engine room? Not enough space.

Where else could they be? A man like Jake who thought of everything wouldn’t have neglected spare parts. She looked around.

Hmmm.
The very bow of the boat, where it came to a point, was closed in. The headboard of the bed that was once half a V-berth was up against it. Was there a way into that?

She headed fore and crawled up on the bed to examine the headboard.

Latches!

She undid them and pulled the whole thing down like the writing board of an escritoire. There were the spare parts, all sealed and labeled in neat plastic bags to guard against salt water. And two really big duffel bags. For extra rope maybe? She pulled one zipper.

She couldn’t help the gasp.

There, in equally tidy plastic bags, were bundles of hundred-dollar bills. A really, really lot of them. Like maybe millions.

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Galen came up behind her. “Lucy, are you okay?”

“Oh yeah,” she managed, a little hoarse. “Jake left a little something for us.”

Galen peered over her shoulder. “This paper you can trade like gold coins. Is it much?”

“We’re rich.” She cleared her throat. “Assuming these aren’t marked bills and nobody comes looking for them.”

“Jake is not stupid.”

“No.” Jake wouldn’t have left marked bills. Well, no matter what else happened, their money wouldn’t run out.

“This is good, Lucy. We sail south now.”

A pain wrenched her gut. She looked up at Galen and saw him wince as well.

“A little south,” he amended.

There, that was better. Must have been the pears she ate this morning.

They’d gone only about twenty nautical miles or so when Galen called a halt.

“What?” she shouted. She was at the wheel again today, though she was still stiff from yesterday. In smoother water it didn’t need his strength.

“We go in close here.” He came over and took the wheel before she knew what had happened.

“I will be helmsman today. You trim sails.”

“There’s nothing here,” she protested, scanning the shore. As far as she could figure, this was that uninhabited area between Half Moon Bay and the natural reserve where elephant seals mated this time of year, Año Nuevo.

“This is the place.”

“What place? Galen . . .”

“
Tri we
me, Lucy.” And the look in his blue eyes was half-pleading, half-commanding.

She raised her brows and he said it in Latin. Trust. He was asking for her trust. She blew out a breath. Well, this was what love was all about. She nodded. What else could you do?

She wasn’t so sure as he actually ran the boat aground on the beach. The keel struck sand and trembled. She came racing up from below where she’d gone to get some sunscreen.

“What now?”

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“I heave it out,” he called as he pushed past and went below.

He came back with his sword slung around his chest and a leash for Vandal, which he handed her. “Keep hold of dog.”

A horrible suspicion circled in her belly. Galen threw one leg over the railing and slipped into the water, chest high. He jumped up with a wave and settled back, making his way to the bow.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she cried, running forward.

She looked up at the cliffs. This was . . . probably . . . just west of Stanford’s Super Collider Lab, if you went inland about fifteen miles and over the mountains. How the hell had he known just where to beach the boat? Did he even know where he was?

He looked up at her, and it was there in his eyes, a sadness, a determination. He knew.

“You are
so
not going to do this.”

“If Brad and Casey use the machine, it is not good for the earth, Lucy,” he said, putting his good left shoulder into the bow.

There wasn’t much time to convince him. “You can’t do anything about that. They will kill you.”

He chewed his lip. That small gesture of uncertainty told Lucy all. “Mayhaps I will be like Baldur, sacrificed. But it will serve the world. This I know.”

She was not going to let him sacrifice himself if it was the last thing she did. He heaved on the bow again, timing his shoves with the waves to help lift it. She felt the boat shudder. He was going to get it off the ground. “You’re only one man!”

“The earth will help. At the right time.”

“They can’t use the machine without the diamond.”

“I must take them the diamond now.”

What? So wrong. He can’t make it easy for them.
“You have the diamond with you.” He must have taken it from her bag. “Will you use the machine to go back?” Maybe that was what this was all about.

“I do not know what the Norns weave, Lucy.” He stared up at her with those blue eyes, water washing around his chest. “I only know I must go across the hills to the machine. That I must take the diamond with me. And that I cannot let Brad and Casey own it.”

How did Galen
know
just where the machine was?

All the things he knew, about the earth, about the weather, his connection with animals, all came together in her mind. Or somewhere deeper, in her bones maybe and her gut. He healed
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too fast. He knew where the lab was even though he’d never been there, never seen it on a chart.

She believed. He
was
something more than just a half-Viking warrior from a.d. 912. He was what his mother always wanted him to be.

Shit. Damn. Hellfire and brimstone.

He was going to go.

And she couldn’t let him go alone. Certainty flooded her. She wasn’t certain what would happen, just that she would go with him. Maybe that was enough.

“Just a minute!” she yelled. “Don’t you move until I get back.” She disappeared into the cabin.

She felt the boat shudder again as he heaved it off. It rocked with the movement of the water as it floated free. She grabbed clothes and their spare Nikes and stuffed them into a waterproof duffel. She got the book . . . and, God help her, the gun and put them both in her shoulder bag.

She stuffed that in the duffel, too, and scrambled up on deck.

“Take this. Dry clothes for you.” She tossed the duffel and he caught it and held it above his head. The bow of the boat was protecting him somewhat from the rolling surf. “Return to the boat if you can.” She wasn’t going to tell him what she had in mind until it was too late.

“Thank you, Lucy. For all you do for me.” His eyes were serious. He thought he might be going to his death. She thought so, too. Damn it, not if she could help it.

“Have done,” she corrected, because she didn’t know what else to say. She watched him turn and stagger toward the shallows. Vandal strained at his rope, whining. “Not yet,” she whispered, fondling his ears. When the waves washed shallowly at Galen’s feet, she turned aft and winched the anchor out. Not waiting to test if it caught, she slipped the rope from Vandal’s neck and let herself over the side into the water. She was enough shorter than Galen that she had to swim for it until she could find bottom. She struck out for shore. Behind her, Vandal whined and turned in circles on the bow.

“Come on,” she called. He looked for another way out and then finally scrambled through the lines and leaped into the waves. She saw him safely swimming and then turned toward shore again. Galen had spotted her. He waded out to meet her and pulled her up when they were both thigh deep.

“Lucy,” he growled. “What do you?”

She was dripping and cold. “What do you think?” she crabbed, shivering. “I’m coming with you.” Vandal splashed to the beach beyond them and shook himself violently.

“Too much dangerous,” Galen said, gripping her shoulders. She winced, still sore from Brad shaking her.

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“It sure feels right to me.”

Galen froze, examining her with a frown, maybe examining his own feelings. He knew it was right that she come. She saw him give in. He finally rolled his eyes. “Woman, you are too much partner,” he grumbled.

She grinned. “Partner needs dry clothes.” She spotted the duffel where he had thrown it into dry sand.

They changed in silence. But Lucy couldn’t stop thinking. As she stood, she said, “It will take us too long to walk over the hills to the lab. I don’t think there are any roads inland in this area.

Just Highway One that runs north and south. Maybe we can catch a ride up to Highway Eighty-four and around that way.”

“No roads. Not safe. But we will not walk.”

Right.
Like maybe they’d fly? She didn’t question him further, because she wasn’t sure she’d like the answer. She got out her bag and he put the duffel behind some big rocks. She sure hoped they’d get back to claim it. And the boat.

He walked up into the dunes that lined the beaches here. Wispy sea grass poked up out of some of them, as though they were giant old men with sparse hair lying on the shore.

Galen stood, still, his hair ruffled by the breeze, facing into the sun. After a minute, he lifted both arms, as though praying or . . . or sacrificing himself. Vandal whimpered at her side. Galen turned and beckoned. When she reached his side, he just turned and strode off across the dunes.

“I thought you said we wouldn’t walk,” she grumbled.

“Not long, Lucy.”

Good, because struggling across the dunes was hard, slow work. They crossed the Pacific Coast Highway, not a car in sight mid-Tuesday morning, and headed out across an open meadow dotted with California oaks. The hills were green this time of year. Birds twittered in among the oaks, and they flushed a rabbit that gave Vandal a good time until he lost it. Then he discovered that the oaks were home to squirrels. Ahhh, dog heaven. Not so much for the squirrels. They had to run up their trees, scolding him, to escape.

Lucy and Galen had walked for nearly an hour. It was getting really warm. She had begun to think his promise was just wishful thinking.

Watching Vandal dash from tree to tree, she almost missed the main event. It was left to Galen to take her elbow and point to a gap in the hills where a stream wound into the meadows.