Malice Striker (15 page)

Both Dráddør and Hjørdis remained captives of Baron Loudon. The only comfort Brökk derived was that, according to Tighe, they were being held in the same cell and were well fed and clothed and in good health.

“Stand you there waiting for
Hrímfaxi
to draw the goddess
Nótt
to an end?” Konáll whispered his greeting and joined Brökk in holding up the lodge’s walls.

“Nay. Night will rule the sky for some time. I fear the steed, Hrímfaxi, is too weary to haste Nótt’s retirement this eve.” Brökk crossed his arms.

“Why do the women circle the lodge?” Konáll and Brökk were well out of sight of the women and their guard escorts.

“Lady Gráinne wanted a private moment with Skatha. Skatha
is
goddess born and King Kenneth
is
her sire.” Briefly Brökk told his brother what he had overheard.

“Think you the caliph knows of both Skatha and Hjørdis’s lineage?”

“He must.” Brökk shrugged. “As must others. But who else?”

Konáll snorted. “Harald Bluetooth, and mayhap the emperor, for they commanded your marriage. Lady Gráinne. Think you others at Sumbarten know?”

“’Tis of no import. Any news of Niketas’s movements?”

“Aye. He took his ship down the coast after the náttverðr. I set a troop to follow him.”

Brökk knuckled his temple. “Niketas has ne’er graced us with his presence afore. Methinks ’tis no coincidence he appears soon after the women’s hut was fired.”

“And the other raids and fires—think you Niketas and the caliph are behind them?”

“Nay. ’Tis not possible. I have been considering the matter. I fear one of our neighbors covets Bita Veðr. For that purpose did I invite Sigrid the Red, Árne the Rooster, and Jarl Eldar the Learned to stay on for a promised feast. Their holdings surround Bita Veðr.” Brökk fingered the stubble on his jaw.

“Loath I am to believe them our enemies. I fostered with Sigrid. What of Moldof? His holding borders yours.”

Brökk knew Konáll honored Sigrid as a warrior, but neither brother thought much of Moldof. “Think you that fool capable of such treachery? He would betray his own schemes with his ramblings. Nay, brother, it must be one of those three, and only Sigrid has warrior training.”

Árne and Eldar farmed vast lands and had a contingent of mercenaries for protection, but neither kept troops on permanent retainer. Sigrid the Red commanded nigh as many warriors as Brökk.

“I will watch them like a hawk. If what you suspect is the right of it, then we face enemies on two fronts, Loudon and one of our neighbors.”

“Aye. Methinks Loudon knows of Hjørdis’s soothsaying. Mayhap he plans to sell her to one of the jarls seeking to purge Harald Bluetooth from his throne. A battle soothsayer could weigh the odds in favor of an army.”

“True. Mayhap we should consider sharing knowledge of Hjørdis’s talents with Olaf Longface. Olaf knows the politics of Harald’s court and discerns well who shows a loyal face, but harbors envy and venom in his soul.” Konáll leaned a shoulder on the huts wall. “You surprise me brother. I thought to find you foaming at the mouth with the news of the caliph’s petition for Skatha’s hand? And this tale of the caliph’s son conversion to Christianity?”

“A ruse. Know you any who cleave to the Koran to deviate from Allah? Nay. I wager the caliph heard of my marriage to Skatha and uses the knowledge to draw my attention from Hjørdis, his ultimate goal. What use would Skatha be to an Arab monarch?”

“Ali said as much when I accompanied him to the pier after the náttverðr.” Konáll eased away from the wall. “He also said that you can only be assured of Skatha’s loyalty after your seed has taken root in her womb. Shall I escort the women to Dráddør’s lodge and give you time to plant your seed?”

Brökk scowled when his brother’s teeth gleamed in the moonlight, the temptation to clip him on the jaw nigh irresistible. He fisted his hands and let them hang loosely at his sides. “Aye. Have Raki double the guards. I like not this feeling of unease that dogs me. I will send the Lady Gráinne to you.”

“Worry not, brother. I will guard your back and the Sumbarten ladies well.” Konáll spun around and headed in the direction of the ladies Elspeth and Muíríne and the nurse, Dagrún.

Brökk considered alerting the women to his presence before entering the lodge, but decided against the notion. He entered the lodge to find Lady Gráinne combing Skatha’s glossy curls. She sat in his chair with Skatha before her on the stool. His wife’s eyes were shuttered and she nigh purred with each draw of the comb.

He met the abbess’s gaze. An awareness centered on Skatha, and their dual roles as protectors flickered ’tween them.

Brökk nodded in the direction of his wife and Lady Gráinne returned the gesture, then touched Skatha on the shoulder and bent to whisper in his wife’s ear.

“Good eve, Jarl. I pray the náttverðr was without any disturbance.”

“The fare was outstanding. The men on their best conduct,” he replied, his focus on Skatha, who neither smiled nor frowned, but listened intently.

“You have many new visitors?”

“Three ships arrived this aft. One of Ali’s trading fleet, one under the flag of the caliph of Persia, and my younger brother’s langskip, Vengeance Hammer.”

Lady Gráinne set aside the carved ivory comb, dusted her habit, and stood. “Your brother has arrived?”

“Nay.” He explained how Vengeance Hammer came to be in the fjord.

“Your sister and brother are safe then, for the time being.” Skatha rearranged her skirts and twined her fingers together, back straight, chin lifted.

“For the moment, wife. Lady Gráinne, Konáll awaits you. He will escort you and your charges to Dráddør’s lodge. I have doubled the guards this eve. All of you remain confined to his dwelling until midmorn. I cannot risk the Arab commander hearing of your presence at Bita Veðr, not after what we learned during the náttverðr.” Brökk told them of the petition for Skatha’s hand.

Skatha lurched to her feet. “Nay. ’Tis too much. For three summers nary a suitor has come forward to court me. Now I am wed, some pagan king wishes me to marry his son? Methinks not. ’Tis a ruse of some sort.”

Brökk could not stop the smile claiming his lips. He had not wed an empty-headed, giggling female. “Agreed, wife. The question is to what purpose is the ruse played.”

Cupping a hand over a small yawn, Lady Gráinne gathered her cloak from where it lay on the table. “Have you a notion of how long this Arab will be at Bita Veðr?”

“Nay. But I intend to hasten him on his journey. If all goes as planned, he will be gone on the morn. Why do you ask?”

“Skatha needs plan how to manage the kitchens and the daily chores.”

“I will have Hilda command the kitchens while your movements are restricted. By the time the sun is o’er head you will have the freedom of Bita Veðr once more.”

His wife gifted him with a wide smile and those amethyst eyes of hers sparkled like the grass dew under a brilliant morning sun. It pained him to drown in those brilliant orbs and know she saw him not. Brökk shook his head.

“Lord Tighe has injured warriors who are sore in need of a healer’s attention. Should you agree, I will have him bring the wounded to the great hall after the Arab ship has departed.”

“We are healers, Lord Brökk, and refuse no injured.” The abbess fair snapped her reply.

“Allow me escort you to Konáll, Lady Gráinne.” Brökk offered his arm to the abbess. “Skatha, I will be but a moment. I trust you were all fed this eve.”

“We were.” Lady Gráinne set her hand atop Brökk’s. “Sleep well, Skatha. I will see you on the morrow.”

“Good eve, my lady. God be with you.” Skatha dipped a curtsey.

Brökk closed the door behind them.

Neither he nor the abbess spoke for some time.

“Lady Gráinne, as I chanced upon my lodge this eve, I overheard you and my wife conversing. I know of your role as guardian.”

The abbess nodded. “I suspected as much the moment you entered the lodge. Ask of me what you will.”

“Does the goddess object to Skatha wedding a mortal?”

“The goddess does not favor me with explanations or wishes. Her concern is centered on Skatha’s lack of powers. She has several other children, all of whom are immortal. I sense she both knows and knows not what the future holds for Skatha. When Skatha lost her vision, the goddess was most distraught.” Lady Gráinne halted. She turned to face him.

“Skaði did not expect such happenstance then?” Like most mortals, until his mother’s capture by ThMrr, Brökk had assumed the gods and goddesses to be all-knowing.

“Nay. She did not. Of that I am cert.” The abbess folded her hands and met his gaze. “Aught else troubles you, Jarl?”

From the position of the stars in the onyx curtain above them, Brökk estimated half the eve had passed. ’Twas the ’twixt and ’tween time of night when the winds died, no flowers broadcast their alluring aromas, and even the nocturnal creatures slumbered.

“I would speak with you of my sister Hjørdis at a later time. Her soothsaying causes her to take to bed for days. Mayhap you can help her learn to cope.”

“I am a guardian. Of course I will aid your sister, Jarl. Seek you her rescue afore the snow and ice traps us here?”

“Aye.” Brökk heard Konáll’s low laugh afore they rounded the corner in the path leading to Dráddør’s lodge. “Greetings ladies, brother. I give the Lady Gráinne into your keeping for the rest of this eve.”

“Is all well with Skatha?” the red-tressed Lady Elspeth asked.

“Aye. Skatha will stay at her husband’s lodge. Good eve, Lord Brökk. We will see you on the morn.” Lady Gráinne inclined her head.

“On the morn,” Brökk replied.

The nurse and ladies murmured their farewells, and Brökk retreated to his lodge. He spoke with the guards and had them take their distance before entering the dwelling.

His loins fired at the sight that met his eyes. Skatha, dressed in naught but a thin, transparent chemise, sat on the stool by the fire struggling with a knot in her long curls. “’Tis a fine night, is it not my lord?”

“Aye. And how know you this?” He strode to her and retrieved the comb from her grasp. “You owe me a kiss, Skatha.”

She ducked her head and grinned. “That I do. I can smell the night blossoms, and the nightingale sings a sweet melody.”

He knelt at her side, set down the whale-tooth comb, and retrieved the two lengths of silk he’d purchased from Ali from the corner where he’d tucked them earlier.

“What are you about, husband?” She twisted and ran her fingers over his jaw, and warm, minty breath skipped across his lips.

Capturing her hand, he laid the silks in her palms. “Your bride gifts, wife.”

Her dimples glowed in the soft light from the wall sconces. She brought the fabric to her cheek, rubbed the amethyst material over her cheek, and shot him a brilliant smile. “I will sew you a new tunic.”

A blind woman sewing? Brökk bit his tongue. 2Twas not the time to pursue
that
topic.

“Nay, sweet cat. For these are two lengths of the same hue as your eyes. One is for you to make a cyrtel for when we visit the courts. The other, I would have you make into a gown for use in our hall.”

“Then you must choose another length the same color as your eyes, and I will sew you a new tunic for the courts.” She lifted her chin, and the stubborn set of her mouth made him chuckle.

“Done, wife.” Settling in the chair, he ordered, “Come sit astride me and pay your penalty.”

Not waiting for her compliance, he bent over and lifted her to straddle his lap. His cock, ever ready for her puss, strained to reach the enticing notch between her thighs. The pesky fellow twitched and wept his frustration.

To his delight, she linked her arms behind his neck, and slid her tongue o’er the seam of his mouth. She had him ensorcelled, the lure of her honey, her mouth, her sheath nigh impossible to resist. Brökk held her waist loosely and let his wife deepen her gentle explorations.

She opened her mouth to his, slid her rough yet dainty tongue o’er his teeth, and licked at him, inviting a dueling dance. Her small hands cupping his cheeks, she kissed her way to his ear and tugged his lobe and the earbob. The exquisite caress shot lightning to his prick and balls.

Her lithe fingers worked on the brooch pinning the neck of his tunic closed. She set her palms to his bare chest. “Hot and hard. The night of the consummation Lady Gráinne bid me hold your sword and stroke it and ’twould all be over in a thrice. But when I touched you here,” she jiggled her hands, “’Twas so confusing. I thought you would set me afire, and I dared not fondle your manhood.”

“Feel what you do to me, Skatha.” He placed her hands on the rigid arousal straining his breeches and groaned when she squeezed the length of him. “Like you this chemise?”

Dark, sooty lashes fluttered like a raven’s wings in furious flight. “My chemise?”

“I am afire, wife, and am close to ripping it from you.”

She laughed aloud and shrugged the chemise from her shoulders. “Pray, have mercy on the rest of the garments your brother gifted me. I have naught else to wear until I make my bride gifts into fine cyrtels.”

He could not resist her pouting nipples and set his mouth to one rosy peak. She purred for him and held him fast to her breast, hissing when he drew hard on the turgid bud. His prick thickened and fought the constraints of his woolen breeches.

Firming his hands under her bottom cheeks, he stood. “Wrap your legs around my waist, Köttrynja.”

Unable to take his gaze from her flushed cheeks and reddened, swollen lips, he feathered kisses o’er her face, tasting the salt of a fine sheen of sweat near her temples, inhaling the slight hint of apple that still lingered in her silky hair.

Loath to let her go, he retained his hold on her wrist ’tween shedding clothes and boots, and then lay beside her on the bed, spooning her from behind.

She arched her neck and twisted to him. “Brökk?”

“Be at ease, wife. ’Tis yet another manner of enjoying bedsport.” He lifted her leg over his. She made to cover the woman parts exposed by the position. Covering her hand with his, he whispered, “’Tis pure bliss to gaze upon you here. To taste you here, to smell you here. Here is the source of your pleasure.”