Chapters (54)
- CAST OF CHARACTERS
- PART ONE
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- PART TWO
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- PART THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER THIRTY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
- PART FOUR
- CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FORTY
- CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
- CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
- HISTORICAL NOTE
- ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
‘Same reason I would. In Sveäland, he’s still seen as your father’s man. Folk know he only changed sides to avenge himself on your brother. But he could bring more spears from both sides of the Kolmark. I heard the thanes of Skania make much of how they stood and fought with him at Bravik. I’d lay my best axe he could swing them to stand with you.’
Erlan. So was he the key?
How hard had she tried to erase every trace of him from her mind? How many times had she suppressed his memory and buried it deep beyond her conscious thoughts? Their love had had to die – a corpse she had laid to rest inside a barrow-tomb. And yet here it was again like some revenant wight, knocking and knocking to be released into the light.
She suddenly gathered up Einar’s hands in hers. ‘Will you come with us?’ She realized as she spoke that she had already assumed Gerutha would stay with her. She dropped one of Einar’s big paws and seized Gerutha’s hand instead so that all three stood facing one another. ‘Both of you are with me?’
‘Aye,’ said Einar.
‘Aye,’ echoed Gerutha. ‘To the end.’
‘Then I am strong already,’ Lilla murmured and smiled. ‘We leave tonight. Here’s what we shall do.’
CHAPTER SEVEN
Erlan and Leikr stayed in the village two days while Ramedios and his crew completed their business. All the while locals came swarming out of the surrounding country like ants to spilled honey.
The hours of trading were long, the barter hard. Erlan doubted there was any man could best Ramedios in a trade, even in the busy northern markets of Sigtuna or Helgö. When the time came to reload their cargo, not an ounce of it was the same. Where before, Ramedios had carried manufactured goods – glass beads, containers of wine and oil, delicate wares like mirrors and drinking vessels, and finely wrought weapons – his men now stowed bales of fur, quantities of bone and antler, honey-pots by the dozen, barrels of millet grain, and, of course, slaves.
Ramedios didn’t like dogs. Thus, Aska’s passage came at the cost of a silver arm-ring, leaving Erlan with only two others and the gold torc around his neck. Leikr hadn’t a scrap of hack-silver to his name. As to their own passage, their weapons were sufficient recompense, should they be called upon to use them. Erlan had traded his seax knife for a decent spear to arm Leikr. He had his ring-sword. With any luck, they wouldn’t need either until they reached this place called Byzantium.
Leikr was quiet, muted by his grief for his brother. Erlan remembered losing Kai. No words could have brought him comfort back then, only time could do that. And so he let Leikr be.