Chapter 5
“Sire,” he said, entering the king’s great hall, bowing briefly upon a single knee before rising. “I can report—”
“Nay, you don’t need to report a word of your deeds, for many great words have preceded your arrival.”
“I’m sure that Angus exaggerated my deeds.”
“Messengers reached me before Angus came to give a report. You’re dripping, by the way, Laird Lion.”
“I stopped by the river.”
“Aye, you’ve had a fondness for water all your life.”
“And the stars. Your pardon, perhaps I should have come straight here, but—”
“The leisure time was yours, well deserved. But tell me, did you fall in the water?”
“I went for a swim.”
“How curious, it was a rather chill night. Were you chasing water nymphs or the like?”
Waryk grinned. “I’m afraid I ventured too near the water and, thereby, wound up wet.”
“Umm,” the king murmured, aware there was more to the story, but not persisting at the moment.
“Whatever your recent adventures, you have returned home triumphant. You gave chase to the rascals, left men in attendance to build new fortifications, and have done us all proud. Perhaps most important is the fact that you have ably and loyally supported me, and no shift in the political wind has ever steered you from that course.”
Waryk lifted a hand in gracious acknowledgment of the king’s words.
“Well, you see, sire, I learned my loyalty as a boy,” he said lightly, but then added on a serious note, “This new action has disturbed me, David. It was much like that which we fought westward a few months before, and farther to the north and east on the border a few months before that. It’s as if there is some unseen, unknown enemy creating dissension where there should be none. ”
“Angus told me that you battled a group of ruffians, none of them ably trained.”
“Aye, that’s what’s so strange. We fought freemen with little language or education, and perhaps serfs from some of the new Norman domains.
Men pushed to battle, more afraid to live than to die.
To a man, they escaped into the woods, or died.
We’ve tried to take men alive, but they fight us as if we are demons, and I can’t make sense of anything they ramble as yet. It has been the same again and again.”
“There has always been minor insurrection. And now, with Henry dead, men are easily swayed to fight for his daughter Mathilda against his nephew Stephen, or to fight for Stephen against Mathilda, and to cause trouble simply for whatever power might be seized in the midst of it.”
“Men must fight for some belief. Warriors would declare for Mathilda, or for Stephen. As far as Scotland goes, my lord, there are few Lowland Scots who do not recognize you as their king and overlord. I believe there is an enemy we have yet to unearth, someone more powerful than those poor fools we are forced to slay, and I am puzzled and angry that such an enemy doesn’t show his face. ”
“Vikings?” the king inquired dourly.
“Vikings are men who believe that their gods honor them for fighting with boldness and courage. I’ve yet to meet a Viking who chose to hide in battle.”
“In the end, Waryk, it’s our strength that keeps us victorious, whatever enemy we fight. Don’t dwell on questions when you haven’t the resources for the answers.”
“But we can’t ignore—”
“I ignore nothing, Waryk, you know that. I’ll be all the more wary. And that is the heart of the matter, Waryk, leading to the arrangements we’ll now discuss.”
“As you wish, but—”
“There’s recently been a death that leaves a vast property open for the taking, Laird Lyon.
I am pleased, at last, to have found the right holding for you.
I knew, when I found you battling against all odds as a boy, that you would be a great champion for me.
You have never disappointed me, Laird Lion.
I will honor you, and you will serve me well to become overlord of that property. ”
Curious, intrigued, and wary, Waryk realized that he had been gone several weeks and was out of touch with events that had been occurring in the king’s realm.
He didn’t know what great holding had become available, but though the king had promised him rich rewards for a long time, he had never allowed himself to dwell on what the rewards might be, or why it took the king so long to find them.
There had been times when he’d wondered if his “great rewards” had been words and nothing more, but not even that had mattered.
Since the night his father and other kin had died, he’d followed the king.
Eleanora … he thought.
A vast property, the king had said. Now, after the king had told him what property, he could bring up the subject of marriage to his English lady.
He felt a strange trembling inside. Time had come.
Here, tonight, was his reward. Land. Home.
And soon, his family. What he had wanted, what he had craved.
“Sire, I am naturally curious, and of course grateful, especially since I have found a woman I would call my wife—”
“Wife?” David interrupted, arching a brow.
“Aye, David, a good match, I think. I’ve given the matter a great deal of thought, and I think that I’ve found a proper lady, a wife whom you’ll approve—”
“Nay, Waryk, I fear not,” the king said impatiently. “The lands come with an heiress.”
“What?” Waryk said, startled. Uneasy, and as yet, not sure why.
The king shook his head with impatience.
“An heiress brings the land and the reward, Waryk. A great warrior has died. The laird is dead, but he left a daughter. With her marriage to you, she remains the lady there, and I keep the peace with those who will honor her house. The property I am talking about is coastal property along a fine inlet, an island and mainland, and they create a gateway to the Hebrides, and you know the old chieftains, and their sense of loyalty. Her mother was from one of the most ancient Scottish houses. The land, I promise you, is rich. Waryk, I believe you’ve learned that little in life comes without a price, but a price, I think, that will be painless.
You’ve yet to see this heiress. And imagine this, a stone castle nearly as old as the land, where the foundation was built by the Romans out of a natural rock formation, where the first Normans built upon the old foundations, and created a solid fortress against marauders from land and sea.
The surf may be tempestuous, but trade between the isles, England, Ireland, more, is constant.
Goods arrive on a daily basis, crops grow in abundance, and sheep and cattle thrive.
Many a man would kill for these riches, and many men have died to protect the land.
Its position is advantageous, and it’s imperative that the laird in power be a Scotsman, loyal to the crown of Scotsmen, and to no other. Vikings rule an area far too near.”
David had spoken lightly at first, then grown serious and Waryk answered in kind. “I’m grateful, of course. But—”
“Waryk, if ever you have served me, serve me now. There is nothing to protest. I told you, men would kill for what I am offering you, and I’m afraid that many will die if it is not seized and held with an iron fist. Great care must be taken that Lady Mellyora’s lands be kept securely within my grasp, for though the great fortress lies upon an isle, the property stretches onto the mainland as I said, and there are trails there that lead directly to the Highlands.
The lands are a connection with the chieftains, and with the sea, and they command vast, strategic stretches, should any of our Nordic neighbors see fit to raid again.
You’ll see it soon enough. The fields are rich, the artisans there are some of the most gifted in the country, the armorers are surely the finest in all the isles. ”
“Again, I’m honored, but—”
The king came before him again, interrupting sharply, “You’ve not dishonored this woman you would have made your wife?”
“It’s not a matter of honor or dishonor. The lady has been my mistress for some time. I’d not, I’ll admit, thought of marriage until recently.”
“Mistress!” the king exclaimed, frowning. “Then what of her birth? What man—what father, brother, uncle—would allow this without challenging you—”
“David, she’s a widow with the English king’s permission to choose her second husband—”
“English!” David said, irritated.
“Sire, you married an Englishwoman. The woman I would wed is the Lady Eleanora.”
“Ahh …” David murmured softly, shrewd eyes on Waryk. Then he shrugged. “Indeed, she’s a beautiful woman.”
Waryk lowered his head. On the one hand, he felt a strange excitement, a sense of beginning.
The king had never bed to him. If he said that the property was vast and rich, then it was so.
He’d known poverty, and he’d lived off the land.
He’d lived at the king’s court as well, and yet, though he’d slept in many a soft bed after many a rich meal, he’d not had a sense of a home.
Not since his kin had all perished. He was hungry not for riches, but for a place to call home.
Yet he had meant to marry Eleanora. He’d known whores as well as ladies, courtesans, and dairymaids.
She had captured his mind, and his desires.
It would be a good match. He didn’t know if he was arguing with the king, or himself. “Sire, I’ve served you in many things—”
“Aye! So continue to serve me when I am trying to reward you with a great treasure. My dear lad, are you turning down a chance at tremendous wealth and power?” David demanded indignantly.
David had been born to be king. He had watched the English kings, he had watched his parents, and then his brothers, rule before him. He was capable of laughter, amusement, mercy—and fury, determination, and now, a quiet but very regal outrage.
“Nay, never. I am grateful. But—”