Yngvar rushed from the hall with Toki and a few others who had all hastily grabbed up shields and spears. Ulfrik joined them just before reaching the new arrivals. “Glad to see you weren’t asleep.”
“Toki saw a gleam through the window,” Yngvar said, catching his breath. “So we came running.”
Ulfrik turned to face the leader and his band and raised his hand in greeting. “Heil, I am Ulfrik Ormsson, and these are my lands.”
The leader raised a brow and inclined his head. “You have done well since we last met, Jarl Ulfrik. I am Rolf Roundhead, and these are friends and family behind us. I know you from Frodi’s hall, where once I served.”
“Once served? You have news, then?”
Rolf nodded slowly. “News of grave importance. I come seeking Jarl Kjotve the Rich, and Thor Haklang. We are here to pledge our swords to him.”
“You are oath-breakers then,” Ulfrik flashed a devilish smile. He did not remember Rolf, but he would enjoy the chance to return the humiliation he had suffered under Frodi. “Kjotve and Thor are allied with Frodi. I should just bind you all up and march you back to him for a reward.”
Rolf laughed from deep in his belly. “A fine sight that would be. And you would quickly find yourself his prisoner as well. I see I must be clear with you, although I had intended to speak only to Kjotve and Thor. Frodi is no longer your ally. He grovels to the throne of the new High King.”
Rolf paused to let the words sink in. Ulfrik did not mask his surprise although he knew that would be sensible. One by one, the petty kingdoms fall to Harald Finehair, he thought, until only the big kingdoms remain to swallow whole.
“So you rule here now? Surely Thor is you lord? Last I knew you were his slave.”
“Aye, both are true. But that story is not so interesting as your own. Thor and Kjotve are close. Rest here this morning and I will escort you to their hall.”
Rolf bowed, and his men and their families followed. “You are a gracious host. We have little to give in return but our gratitude.”
“I understand. I’ve been in the same position myself.”
Polite laughter followed Ulfrik’s comment. He smiled, thinking to himself. You have given me much. Runa, I will be coming for you soon.
***
Ulfrik wasted no time escorting Rolf and his band to Kjotve’s hall. Along the way, Rolf revealed the details of Vandrad’s offer and Frodi’s over-eager acceptance. “Most of Frodi’s men are paid well enough that they don’t care who they fight for. But I’m not willing to bend a knee to a High King. I barely bent a knee to Frodi-that ass! Once new taxes were ordered, well, I was done. So were all of these men.”
Rolf had his own questions as well, which Ulfrik answered honestly.
“I admire Thor’s trickery,” Rolf admitted. “It’s why I’d rather serve him. He’ll appreciate me, I promise. Got these armbands from Frodi; each is worth three from any other lord, that stingy bastard.”
The day fulfilled the promise of the morning with clear skies and mild weather as they tracked northwest into sparse woods. The children darted into the trees to scare rabbits or birds, or just to play and Ulfrik noticed Toki watched them with a wistful smile.
“You watch them. Why?” Ulfrik couldn’t help but ask what he was thinking.
“Nothing really, just remembering my family. The girls remind me of my sisters.”
Ulfrik left Toki to his thoughts. On winter’s long cold nights in the hall, they had bonded over drinks, but Toki had been reticent to discuss his family or his past, and Ulfrik never pressed him. He spoke openly of his life at sea, which he relished more than anything.
“They’re too young to know they should quietly follow their leaders.” Rolf chuckled at his own joke, then had no hesitations inquiring deeper. “You have sisters then? Are they back in Denmark?”
Toki looked up, surprised. “You recognize my accent?”
“I’ve been to Denmark many times. Your accent is mild compared to some Danes I’ve known.”
Toki fell silent and watched the track ahead as they walked, his dark hair falling in tight waves across his face as he looked down. Ulfrik looked at him and felt a sudden chill.
“Rolf, I planned to ask you about this later, but it cannot wait. One of my people was falsely enslaved for Bard’s pleasure. Do you remember her?”
“The girl?” Rolf said. “Sure, how can I not? She made quite a stir trying to escape during the winter. Almost rode down poor Garet here.”
A younger man perked up at the mention, but then his face soured. “She didn’t know what she was doing with that horse. I was never in danger.”
“That’s not what you said back then.” Rolf and his men laughed.
“Was she hurt? Is she still Frodi’s slave?”
“She was not hurt, nor was her baby. She is still a slave. Carrying that baby probably kept Frodi from having her lashed to death. She must be due to have the child any day now.”
Ulfrik stopped short, his mouth dropping open. The travelers came to a halt with him, although the children continued to dash forward on the track, playing their games.
“So you didn’t know when you left her?” Rolf also seemed surprised. He glanced back at his wife, who used the break to push her hair back beneath her head cover. “Hear that, Gerdie? It might be Bard’s child after all.”
“Wait, what are you talking about?” Ulfrik felt a rush of jealously grip him. “Runa is pregnant and Bard is the father?”
“My wife thought she might have been pregnant before she came to Frodi’s hall. Gerdie has nothing better to do with her time than gossip. Many women considered she was fooling Bard for her own advantage.” Rolf shook his head and frowned. “Bah! Now I’m starting to sound like you, Gerdie! Gossip like this is for women. All I can say is that Bard claims it is his own. I don’t pay attention to those things.”
Ulfrik stood lost in thought. What if Gerdie is right?This child could be mine. The thought of Runa pregnant with Bard’s child sickened him.
“We need to make better time.” Yngvar’s words broke into his thoughts. “Standing here with your mouth open is no help. Let’s get moving.” Under his breath he said, “I can guess what you’re thinking. The timing is about right.”
Ulfrik blushed, and Rolf seemed to realize and gave an embarrassed smile. Gerdie and a few of the women tittered behind them.
“Yes, let’s keep moving.” Ulfrik said. “We will talk of this later.”
The group set off again, but Ulfrik was lost in his own thoughts. He kept glancing at Toki, wondering. The Danish accent had grown familiar to Ulfrik’s ear, and he never bothered to connect it to Runa. But the resemblance was strong, both in features and attitude. Nothing more than coincidence, he told himself. He did not want to uncover the truth now, on the road to Jarl Kjotve and Thor’s hall.
But if Toki really were Runa’s brother, the gods had not finished with him after all.
***
Shadows were growing long by the time the band of travelers arrived at the hall. Jarl Kjotve moved his family season by season, to keep watch over various regions within his domain. This was only one of his homes that dotted Agder.
Jarl Kjotve and Thor were the richest men Ulfrik had ever known. Much like Frodi’s hall, their hall was atop a hill and dominated surrounding barracks and houses, but unlike Frodi’s hall, Kjotve’s hall was enormous. Finely carved dragons entwined the doors, and graceful arcs decorated the rooflines. It was as sturdy as it was large. Ulfrik doubted anyone could burn this hall with just a few hurled torches. His own ancestral home seemed a hermit’s shack in comparison.
Familiar men greeted him and his band as they climbed the hill, and the tattooed guards at the hall hailed them, although they gave Rolf and his men dubious looks. After clasping arms with Ulfrik and trading small talk, the guards collected their weapons, as was customary, and opened the doors.