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Chapters (88)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Page
  3. I
  4. I
  5. II
  6. III
  7. IV
  8. V
  9. VI
  10. VII
  11. VIII
  12. IX
  13. X
  14. XI
  15. II
  16. I
  17. II
  18. III
  19. IV
  20. V
  21. VI
  22. VII
  23. VIII
  24. IX
  25. X
  26. XI
  27. XII
  28. XIII
  29. XIV
  30. XV
  31. XVI
  32. XVII
  33. XVIII
  34. XIX
  35. XX
  36. XXI
  37. III
  38. I
  39. II
  40. III
  41. IV
  42. V
  43. VI
  44. VII
  45. VIII
  46. IX
  47. X
  48. XI
  49. XII
  50. XIII
  51. XIV
  52. XV
  53. XVI
  54. XVII
  55. XVIII
  56. XIX
  57. XX
  58. XXI
  59. IV
  60. I
  61. II
  62. III
  63. IV
  64. V
  65. VI
  66. VII
  67. VIII
  68. IX
  69. X
  70. XI
  71. XII
  72. XIII
  73. XIV
  74. XV
  75. XVI
  76. XVII
  77. XVIII
  78. XIX
  79. XX
  80. XXI
  81. XXII
  82. XXIII
  83. XXIV
  84. XXV
  85. XXVI
  86. XXVII
  87. EPILOGUE
  88. Afterword

‘I am Robert, heir of Duke William!’ he shouted. ‘Kneel!’ And he drew his sword, raising it towards her throat.

Suddenly she had a knife in her hand, a stubby blade of the type the English called a seax. She turned aside Robert’s sword, grabbed his arm, twisted it behind his back, and held her knife at his neck. ‘Call me a bitch again,’ she hissed. ‘Go ahead, Robert heir of William.’

Robert struggled, enraged, but did not speak. The others stayed frozen for a heartbeat. Then they started reaching for their swords.

Orm strode into the circle. The boys, startled, backed off. ‘Lord Robert. Your father is asking for you.’

‘My father—’

‘You know me. You need not doubt my summons. Go now.’ Orm nodded to Godgifu. Cautiously she released the boy.

Robert glared at Orm. But he sheathed his sword and walked away from Godgifu.

Orm’s heart was pounding. If his bluff had failed the consequences for him could have been lethal.

Godgifu didn’t even seem to be breathing hard. She put away her knife calmly; Orm couldn’t see where she hid it. She glanced up at Orm. ‘Thank you.’

Sihtric came bustling up. He was wearing a black cassock, with a wooden crucifix at his neck. ‘Well done, well done,’ he said to Orm, puffing out his cheeks. ‘I saw it all. You gave Robert a way to back out of the situation without losing face. Come. Let me buy you some wine - the least I can do ...’

III

III

Sihtric led Orm and his sister to a tavern, where he bought them cups of wine, and meat sliced from a plundered Breton pig served on wood-hard chunks of bread. But Sihtric had to borrow money from his sister to do it. Her coins were English silver pennies, which everybody knew were the most solid currency in Europe and accepted everywhere.

Sihtric took a deep draught of his wine. ‘Ah. Spiced the way William himself is supposed to prefer it. Filthy muck, isn’t it? Give me good English ale any time. Well, that was a close thing. The death of one of Harold’s party at the hands of William’s own son could have been embarrassing. Very embarrassing indeed.’

Orm turned on him. ‘Embarrassing? This is your sister. She could have been raped and murdered by those little arsewipes. I didn’t notice you running to her aid.’

Sihtric laughed softly, as if the remark was utterly foolish.

Godgifu sipped her wine, her blue eyes pale in the gloom of the tavern. ‘Orm, the truth is I’m here to look after Sihtric, not the other way around. Our father gave me the job when Sihtric joined Harold’s court.’

‘Your father?’

‘Before he died. He was a thegn of Tostig Godwineson, Earl of Northumbria - brother of Harold. I was always a better fighter than Sihtric.‘