Chapter 18 #3
Ragnar left. Ingunn resumed her duties, her face hard, her eyes red from weeping, all feeling frozen within her, all feeling save a festering hatred. Magnus saw the imprint of his hand against her cheek but felt no guilt about it. She ignored him completely.
The day dragged into evening. He couldna??t seem to rouse himself. All his people were scattered into small groups, speaking quietly. The children were strangely silent. Even the animals kept themselves from underfoot.
Magnus went to his chamber and silently moved to his bed.
Zarabeth appeared to be asleep. He sighed deeply, removed his clothes, and eased in beside her.
It was then he knew she was awake. He decided to say nothing.
She was lying quietly. He knew she couldna??t bear for him to come near her again, to force her to recognize that his own grief was bowing him to his knees, for in her mind he should have no grief.
Lotti should have been nothing to him. He was, after all, a Viking, a man without conscience, a man who had no compunction about slaughtering, a man who cared naught about any other person but members of his family.
She hated him. Lotti would be alive were it not for him.
Were it not for him, Lotti would be with Keith and Toki in York. Were it not for him, King Guthrum would have seen her killed.
She closed her eyes. There was simply too much to cloud her reasoning, too much pain and uncertainty to see through the emptiness and find answers within herself.
She wanted to fall asleep and never awaken.
Lotti was dead. All her focus seemed stripped away from her.
Her reason for existing, for drawing breath, was gone.
No one realized that Egill was missing until very late that night.
It was Horkel who shook Magnus awake, drawing him from a terrifying dream that had no monsters, only a vast emptiness that drained his very soul.
He jerked up, shaking his head.
a??Magnus, quickly, Egill is missing!a??
Magnus could only stare at him in the dim light. a??My son is missing,a?? he repeated as he frowned over the words. He hadna??t thought of his son, not once. He felt anew a wash of fear, and was held motionless by it.
It was too much.
a??Come, you must hurry. No one has seen the boy since we returned with Zarabeth this afternoon. I fear he feels he is to blame for Lottia??s death.a??
Magnus threw back the covers, his heart pounding so loudly he thought it would burst from his chest. Over and over he was thinking: Not Egill, not my son too, no, it would be too much. Not even the gods could demand that much.
He left Zarabeth, not knowing whether she had heard or not. It wasna??t important. He had to find his son.
By dawn every man, woman, child, and slave had searched within miles of Malek. There was no sign of Egill.
The boy had vanished.
When Harald and Helgi arrived with Mattias and Jon and a half-dozen men, Magnus was so weary and so deadened he could barely speak. His father drew near, stared at his son, and without a word drew him against his chest.
Magnus had forgotten that he had sent Ragnar to them.
He leaned against his father, and it came to him suddenly that he was the larger of the two, that somehow his father had shrunk physically.
Strange that it was so and that he would notice it now.
Harald was his father and Magnus felt his strength flow into him.
He didna??t weep. He was beyond tears now, nearly beyond feeling.
He stood back then and said calmly, a??I do not know what to do now, Father. I am glad you are here. Mother, please come inside. Ingunn willa??a?? He broke off and his face hardened, his hands fisted at his sides.
a??You have come to remove her, I trust?a??
Helgi stepped forward and lightly laid her hand on his bare forearm. a??We will take her back with us, but now, Magnus, now let us go inside.a??
Mattias simply hugged his brother briefly, releasing him with no words spoken. Jon merely looked at Magnus, his brow furrowed, then shook his head.
Magnus agreed. It was too much, far too much.
His familya??s presence was a blessing. It gave him and all his people something new to focus on. He saw Ingunn run into Helgia??s arms and begin sobbing as if her heart would break. He turned away from the scene, saying to his father, a??Wish you some ale?a??
a??Aye, I would like that.a??
Helgi listened to Ingunn and her endless stream of complaints without comment until she knew she could not allow it to continue.
She set her away and said sharply, a??Hush now, daughter, I grow weary of your grievances, for they show me the depths of your selfishness.
You have grown mean, Ingunn, and are filled only with your own importance.
Get you to work now, for your brothers are hungry.
I will speak to you of your future later.a??
It was Helgi who took a tray of porridge and fresh warm bread to Zarabeth. She was surprised to see the young woman clothed, sitting on the edge of Magnusa?? bed. She was, however, just sitting there, staring straight ahead, making no movement, making no sound.
a??Zarabeth, heed me. Do you remember me? I am Helgi, Magnusa?? mother.a??
Zarabeth looked at her without interest. a??Is it true that Egill is missing?a??
a??Aye, a??tis true.a??
a??Both of them. Egill and Lotti, both of them gone. It is too much, Helgi.a??
But there was no expression on Zarabetha??s face. Her words could have concerned the porridge that steamed from the wooden bowl.
a??Come and eat, Zarabeth. I brought you a tray only because I believed you would still be abed. But you are dressed. Come, now.a??
Zarabeth simply looked at her. a??Must I?a??
a??Aye.a??
Zarabeth shrugged and rose. Her red hair was thick and wild down her back, dry now, cascading over her shoulder to cover her breast. She looked like a pagan, Helgi thought, her coloring richer than the most vivid threads on a tapestry. But her green eyes, a green rich and deep, were dull and vague.
Zarabeth followed Helgi from the chamber and into the main hall. When she saw Magnus seated beside his father, she stopped abruptly.
a??I cannot,a?? she said. a??I cannot.a??
Magnus sensed her, nay, felt her before he saw her.
It was odd, this effect shea??d had on him since the first moment he ever saw her.
By Thor, it seemed decades upon decades ago, yet it was just moments, just a few weeks of time in the past. He stared at her and silently willed her to look at him. She did.
Then slowly she raised her hand to her throat.
He watched as she fingered the iron collar around her neck, the slave collar hea??d had the blacksmith fasten on her.
Then, just as suddenly, she went wild She began pulling at the collar, jerking at it as if it were choking her, as if she were strangling.
She tugged and yanked, saying nothing, making no sound at all.
She was like a madwoman. All eyes were turning toward her, talk ceasing. Magnus rose quickly and strode to her.
He grabbed her wrists, pulling her arms down, holding her. He saw how shea??d torn the flesh of her throat with her own fingernails, and he saw the scratches that now trickled blood, and he yelled, a??Stop it!a??
She looked straight ahead, at his throat, strong and brown and unfettered, and said, a??I would kill you if I could.a??
He felt anger then, cleansing anger, and shook her until her head jerked back on her neck. a??The same way I saw to it that your life was saved? The same way I brought both you and Lotti out of York? You are not being fair, Zarabeth.a??
a??I care not. There is nothing now.a??
Magnus closed his eyes and loosened his hold on her.
She jerked free and made a soft keening sound, her fingers pulling and jerking again at the collar.
He grabbed her arms once again and drew her very close.
He stared down at her pale face, into the depths of her vague, wild eyes.
Then he said, a??Enough! Come with me. Now.a??
He dragged her from the longhouse.
His father raised a thick blond brow at his wife. She merely shook her head, turning when Ingunn said, a??Hea??ll kill her now. Finally he realizes that she has ruined everything. She killed Egill, shea??a??
Harald roared, a??Shut your mouth, Ingunn!a??
Eldrid began to weep again, soft dragging sobs.
Helgi, for the first time in seven years, walked to her sister and put her arms around her.