Gunmetal Magic(159)

“The one I met was a good guy,” Dagfinn said.

“You think the Ivar whose apprentice wore this necklace is the same Ivar who made your axe?” Curran asked.

Dagfinn nodded. “I was about fourteen or fifteen. I was wild back then, not like now.”

Curran and I looked at each other.

“So my uncle Didrik, he was a Viking, took me to the mountains to this valley. We met a smith there and my uncle talked to him and then left me there for the summer. It didn’t go well at first, but Ivar and me got along finally. I liked it there. When Didrik came to get me, Ivar made me this axe and put the runes on me. Right arm”—he slapped his right biceps— “controls the axe. Left arm is my oath. I can’t ever kill a defenseless person or force myself on anyone, or the axe will turn on me.”

“I heard you broke into the monastery looking for Asian ladies,” Curran said.

“Asian ale,” Dagfinn said. “I wasn’t looking to rape anybody. I was looking for the beer. None of them would talk to me, so I kept trying to grab them to make them hold still so I could ask where the beer was. I had a bit to drink that evening.”

The light dawned on me. “Dagfinn, they are Buddhists. They don’t brew beer. You needed the Augustine Brothers two miles to the south. You went to the wrong monastery, you dimwit.”

“Tell me something I don’t know,” Dagfinn growled. “Anyway, can I see this collar?”

We took him in to see the boy. Roderick shrank a little. “Don’t be scared,” Dagfinn said. He examined the collar for a little while and we returned to the other room. Dagfinn sat down in his chair, while Curran leaned against the wall, watching him and emanating menace.

“Could be Ivar’s work,” Dagfinn said. “I just don’t understand why. The dwarf I knew wouldn’t hurt a child.”

“What about his apprentice,” I asked. “What do you know about him?”

“Never met him, but it looks like this collar must have belonged to him or at least his apprentice. Maybe Ivar will know more, if we can locate him.”

“Can you find the valley again?” I asked.

He shook his head. “There is a trick to it somehow. I’d meant to ask Didrik about it, but he died. I’ve tried to find him on my own. I’ve been all over the Smoky Mountains and nothing.”

He was holding something back, I could feel it. “What are you not telling me, Dagfinn?”

He hesitated.

“It’s going to kill the kid,” Curran said.

“He might know,” Dagfinn said.

“He who?”

“You know. He.”

My heart took a dive. This was getting better and better.

“He who?” Curran demanded.

I stepped closer to him and lowered my voice. “The Vikings know of a creature. He’s been trapped on their land for a very long time. They don’t like to say his name, because he might hear and kill them at night.”

“Don’t tell me you’re thinking about it,” Dagfinn said.

I spread my arms. “I’m out of ideas.”

“Kate, please tell me you haven’t been to see him before, right? Right?” Dagfinn asked.

“No. This will be my first time.”

“Why?” Curran asked.

“He catches your scent when you go to see him,” Dagfinn said. “It takes him a while, but once he learns the scent, he never forgets it. People who go to see him twice don’t come back. Their bones stay on that hill.”

“We’re going to need backup,” I said, thinking aloud.

“Don’t look at me,” Dagfinn said. “I like you and all, but I’ve been once. I ran like a little girl and barely got out. I can’t go again.”

“Backup won’t be an issue,” Curran said.

I shook my head. “We can’t bring anyone we can’t afford to lose.”

“She’s right,” Dagfinn said. “I hired a crew. Six people. I was the only one who got out and only because he ate them first. My advice, hire someone you don’t know and tell them up front it’s a fight to the death. They’re just flesh speed bumps for him.” He looked at me. “You need to talk to the Cherokees.”

“Yes, I know.” Thinking of going to see Håkon sent ice down my spine.

“Well, I’m out.” Dagfinn rose. “Thank you for the fight, I had fun, we should do it again sometime. It was nice knowing you.”

Curran pushed from the wall. “I’ll walk you out.”

“I can find my way,” Dagfinn said.

“I’m sure you can. I’ll save you the trouble.” Gold rolled over Curran’s eyes.