The Viking’s Touch(8)

 ‘We have trespassed on your time too long, my lord. We should go.’

 ‘I think it is we who trespass,’ he replied. ‘All the same I cannot regret that we did.’

 Anwyn smiled. ‘Nor does my son.’

 ‘And you, my lady?’

 ‘No, of course not.’

 They reached the gangplank and he stepped up ahead of her, offering his hand once more. Strong fingers closed over hers. The touch sent a charge along her flesh. When they gained the beach once more she called to Ina and Eyvind. They rejoined her and the whole group walked back to the horses. Anwyn half-expected that Wulfgar would take his leave of them then and remain. However, it seemed that was not his intention.

 ‘I must find out how work is progressing on the yard,’ he said.

 Anwyn nodded. ‘Of course. We have kept you away too long already.’

 ‘It was a pleasant interruption.’

 ‘I am sure that Eyvind will talk of nothing else for days.’

 They remounted and rode slowly back to the homestead. The tension that Anwyn had felt earlier was missing now and she felt a little ashamed of her suspicions. You suspect…I might carry you off? The idea should have been abhorrent. Pirates took slaves to sell them on. I wouldn’t sell you. The implications of those words should have been abhorrent, too, but the thoughts they engendered were rather different. The realisation sent a flush of warmth through her entire being. Mentally giving herself a shake, she reflected that Lord Wulfgar had been amusing himself at her expense. Moreover, if he had intended harm he would have done it already. In spite of his avowed profession there was much about him that did not seem to fit the conventional image of a mercenary. It was something of a mystery, like the man himself.





Chapter Five

Her buoyant mood lasted until they reached the pale and she saw the horses waiting outside the hall. Recognising them, her heart sank.

 ‘Ingvar,’ she murmured.

 She and her companions scarcely had time to dismount before half-a-dozen men emerged from the hall with Lord Ingvar at their head. For a moment he surveyed the little scene and then hurried forwards to meet her.

 ‘Lady Anwyn. I came as soon as I could.’

 ‘Is something wrong, my lord?’

 It seemed to throw him for a moment, but he was quick to recover. ‘I refer to what happened yesterday. I can only apologise.’

 ‘Grymar has already done so.’

 ‘It is meet he should. He is fully aware of my displeasure.’

 Anwyn had no doubt of that. ‘I knew he had exceeded his authority.’

 ‘It is deeply to be regretted.’ Ingvar paused. ‘Of course he meant well. He knows how much care I have for your safety.’

 ‘I was never in danger, my lord.’

 ‘He did not know that at the time. When he saw a warship and her crew he feared the worst.’

 ‘His fears were quite unfounded. The ship was damaged and put in for repairs. When they are completed it will leave.’

 His eyes narrowed a little. ‘You have given permission for this?’

 ‘That is correct.’

 ‘Was that wise, my lady?’

 ‘I should not have done it if I had thought otherwise.’

 ‘No, of course not.’ He paused. ‘All the same…’

 Wulfgar spoke up. ‘Lady Anwyn has nothing to fear from me, or my men.’

 Ingvar looked beyond Anwyn’s shoulder, apparently noticing him for the first time. There followed a tense and silent mutual appraisal.

 ‘Do I infer, then, that the ship is yours?’ asked Ingvar.

 ‘You do.’

 Anwyn interjected quickly. ‘This is Lord Wulfgar. He and his men are my guests for a few days.’

 ‘Indeed?’

 ‘As you can see, my lord, there is not the least occasion for alarm,’ she continued.

 ‘I am relieved to hear it. You know the depth of my concern for you.’

 ‘Yes, I believe I do.’

 Ingvar turned to her companion. ‘I hope you will forgive the unfortunate incident of yesterday, Lord Wulfgar.’

 ‘No harm was done, my lord.’

 ‘My men were overzealous,’ Ingvar continued, ‘but that is because they know the extent of my regard for the lady.’ He possessed himself of her hand and pressed it to his lips.

 A muscle twitched in Wulfgar’s jaw. ‘Perhaps you should exert tighter control over your men.’

 ‘As I hope you will do over yours.’

 ‘My men are not in the habit of interfering where they have no business.’ Wulfgar turned to Anwyn. ‘Now I beg you will excuse me, my lady. There are matters requiring my attention.’

 ‘Ah, yes,’ said Ingvar. ‘I’m sure you want to be on your way as soon as possible.’

 ‘We’ll leave when we’re ready, my lord.’

 ‘Be sure to let me know if there’s anything I can do to help you achieve that state.’

 Wulfgar met his gaze and held it. ‘When I need your help I’ll certainly ask for it.’ With that he bowed to Anwyn and walked away.

 For a moment or two Ingvar watched him go. ‘I shall take my leave, too, my lady. I would not wish to impose on your time.’ He summoned his escort and remounted his horse. Having done so, he reined in beside her. ‘When I return, I shall expect to find Lord Wulfgar gone.’





The subject of their conversation had reached the carpenter’s shop as Wulfgar rejoined the other three.

 ‘Everything all right, my lord?’ asked Thrand.

 Wulfgar nodded. ‘Well enough.’

 ‘Are we right in thinking that was Lord Ingvar?’

 ‘You are.’

 ‘What did he want?’

 ‘To speed us on our way.’

 The three men regarded him incredulously for a moment, then Asulf snorted.

 ‘I’d like to see him try.’

 ‘Maybe he will,’ said Thrand.

 ‘There’s always hope, eh?’

 It elicited a laugh from the rest. Then they turned their attention back to the task in hand. As he worked, Wulfgar let his mind return to that recent encounter. He had learned early to read men and Ingvar presented no difficulty, nor did his ambitions with regard to Anwyn. A woman alone was exposed, especially one who was wealthy and beautiful. It was none of his business, of course. In a day or two he and his men would be on their way. All the same, he had no intention of being hurried towards departure, by Ingvar or anyone else.





Anwyn paced the floor of the bower, her face pale with anger as she recounted to Jodis the details of Lord Ingvar’s visit.

 ‘Insufferable man! Who does he think he is?’

 ‘He grows more confident, my lady.’

 ‘He has no right to be confident of me. Drakensburgh is mine now, and I will say who is welcome here and who is not.’

 ‘Perhaps it is as well our visitors do not stay long,’ said Jodis. ‘All the same, I fear their departure.’

 Anwyn sighed and sank down on to a chair. ‘So do I.’

 She did not want to think about what might happen when their restraining presence was gone. Lord Wulfgar’s face drifted into her mind. He, too, unsettled her, but the feelings his company gave rise to could not have been more different. She had known him only a day, but she knew she would never forget him. In that moment she envied him: how would it be to board a ship and sail away from Drakensburgh and never come back? How often she had dreamed of it in times past. Torstein would never so much as permit her to speak with a stranger, never mind go near a ship.

 Once she had been naïve enough to think she might escape, to summon the courage to ask for a divorce. It was not uncommon and nor was it a difficult process to arrange. A woman might part from her husband and take her children with her, along with the goods and dowry she had brought to the marriage. That was the usual way of things. However, it hadn’t taken her long to realise that her husband would never agree to such a proceeding. The only other alternative would have been to run away but, even had it been practicable, Torstein would have hunted her to the ends of the earth and then exacted a dire retribution.

 Perhaps he guessed her thought for escape had been well-nigh impossible. Her freedom was limited to the confines of the pale. On the rare occasions that she was permitted to travel beyond, it was always in his presence and with an armed escort. Though they looked their fill, his men did not address her unless it was absolutely necessary and then only in the briefest and most respectful of terms. It was more than their lives were worth to do other. For the rest, human contact was limited to the women servants. She was, effectively, a prisoner. Anwyn sighed. In many ways she still was. Had it not been for Ina, life would have been much more difficult.

 Their friendship had been formed in her first winter at Drakensburgh when he had fallen ill with the ague. By dint of careful nursing and the right medicine he had recovered well. It was a kindness he had not forgotten. In the days immediately following Torstein’s death he had been an invaluable aide in helping to establish her authority among the men. Ina had made it quite clear that she had his full support and their respect for him compelled them to listen. Whatever doubts they might have entertained, they did not voice them aloud. However, she was in a precarious position and she knew it. Common sense dictated that the sensible course was to remarry, but to wed a man like Ingvar would be to leap from the cooking pot into the fire.