Chapter 28
Ingunn knew he was coming. Any moment now he would appear in the doorway of the hut and he would look inside, his eyes accustoming themselves to the darkness, and then he would see her.
He would grin, for she wouldna??t be able to hide her pain from him.
She wouldna??t be able to get away from him, and he would know it and enjoy it.
He would hit her again and he would laugh, that or he would remain serenely silent, his eyes flat and calm, and he would continue to strike her until she was dead. Then he would leave her, there in the dark chill storage hut with its damp earthen floor, and he would kill the children.
Ingunn dragged herself to the rough wooden door.
Slowly, gasping with the pain that each move brought her, she pulled herself up.
She was panting, trying to keep the black dizziness at bay.
In her hand she held a heavy farm tool, a long piece of wood, indented at the top so a man could grasp it firmly.
The base was a curving iron hook for digging up rocks and turning hard soil.
To grip it tightly brought shuddering pain.
She didna??t know how she would raise it and strike him with it, but she would, she had to. She didna??t want to die.
Orm strode from the longhouse, keeping to the narrow rutted path that led to various huts that surrounded the main structure.
It was muddy from a rain from the early morning, strengthening the smell of manure and rotted flesh.
He looked at the piles littering the ground.
Damned pig Saxons! He had yet to clear away all their filth.
The night was still and black, with but a sliver of moon in the sky.
The land was flat before it sloped gently to the banks of the Thurlow River just a hundred yards beyond.
How different this alien land was from Norway, with its midnight dim light that cast shadows and hinted of mysteries, and faded slowly, finally, into warm darkness.
It was too gentle, too soft, this land, but he would accustom himself to it, as would his men.
All the slaves he now owned would accustom themselves to him, their new master.
Hea??d had to flay the back of one surly fellow, a Saxon, who had spit at the ground at his feet.
He was probably dead from his wounds by now.
Orm smiled. Soon Magnus should come. He was ready for him.
His men were hiding along the paths to the farmstead, ready to send him word when Magnus and his men approached.
Orm whistled, slapping his arms, for it was cool now.
He looked down at his hands and frowned.
Hea??d broken the flesh over his knuckles from striking Ingunn.
His fingers hurt to flex them. He should have finished the job hea??d started.
He would finish it now. Shea??d betrayed him; she was of no use to him now.
He pulled the crossbar from the narrow wooden door and shoved the door inward.
He stared into the darkness, adjusting his eyes.
He saw nothing but the vague outlines of farm tools.
He was quick of reflex, but not quick enough.
He heard her breathing, heard a whoosh of air, and just as he turned, he felt pain sear through his head. Then he felt nothing.
Ingunn watched him fall to the ground. He was unconscious, not dead, curse the fates.
She raised the tool to strike him again, this time with the curved iron hook, but her broken arm wouldna??t stand for it.
She watched helplessly as the tool slipped from her fingers.
She realized her leg was broken and she stumbled, flailing her good arm frantically, then fell to her knees beside Orm.
She lurched onto her side and lay there, breathing hard, trying not to lose consciousness.
It was as she lay there, next to the man who had betrayed her, that she knew what she would do. She pulled herself toward the open doorway. Just a little bit further . . . She could do it.
Orm groaned.
She closed her eyes and prayed to Freya, her goddess. A spurt of strength shot through her. She grabbed at the door grip and pulled herself to her feet.
Orm was shaking his head now. He was trying to sit up.
Quickly she heaved herself outside. She slammed the door and leaned against it, a bent old hag wearing torn rags, her right arm hanging uselessly at her side, weaving about drunkenly on one good leg.
She could barely draw a breath for the pain in her chest. She knew she had to lift the crossbar into place.
If she didna??t, he would burst through the door and it would be over.
Freya, she prayed, her lips moving, saying the name over and over. Help me.
She lifted the heavy crossbar and set it into its iron slots.
Shea??d done it. She couldna??t quite believe shea??d done it.
Now she needed a torch. She had no idea where Orm had placed his men.
Some were surely in the longhouse, guarding Egill and Lotti.
Others were doubtless spread about waiting for Magnus.
There were at least a dozen small fires dotted around the longhouse, men gathered about them.
All she needed was a torch. Slowly she staggered forward, her left arm around her ribs.
A man appeared suddenly through the smoky haze of a campfire. a??Hold! Who are you? What goes on here?a??
Ingunn felt all strength and hope slip away from her. She saw the man, one of Orma??s bullies, striding toward her. Then the man stopped suddenly, like an animal who had heard a strange sound and must place it.
Ingunn heard it then. It was Orm, shouting and banging on the hut. The man ignored her and raced toward the hut.
No, she thought, oh, no. Shea??d been so close, so very close.
She felt tears burn her eyes. She picked up a broken branch from an elm tree and stumbled forward.
No one was at the campfire; it had been only the one man.
Ingunn pressed the branch into the glowing embers and watched it burst into flame, for the leaves were long dead and dry.
She carried the torch forward, not slowly, not weaving, but straight and tall, marching like a soldier toward the hut.
The man was there and he was heaving at the crossbar.
It didna??t move.
Ingunn came up behind him and set the blazing torch to the back of his head and his tunic. He whirled around, staring at her as if she were a vision from hell itself. Then he smelled the acrid odor, realizing then that he was on fire. He screamed and ran, slapping at his head.
Ingunn heard Orm yell, a??Open the door quickly, you fool! I must get the woman. By the gods, shea??ll pay for this! Open the door! Ita??s just a simple block of wood! Pull it out!a??
Her smile deepened. a??Orm . . .a??
There was dead silence.
Then his voice came, calm and soothing. a??Let me out, Ingunn.
You shouldna??t have hit me, sweeting. I believe you cracked my head.
I was coming to release you, coming to bring you to the longhouse and tend to your wounds myself.
I didna??t want to hurt you so badly, but I had to punish you for what youa??d done.
But no more now, Ingunn, no more, ever again.
You will be my wife and I will love you and protect you.a??
a??Will you truly, Orm?a??
a??Aye.a??
She heard the confidence in his voice and smiled more widely. a??You would marry me tomorrow?a??
a??Aye, open the door now, sweeting.a??
a??Soon, Orm, but first, you must be chilled, for the night air is crisp. It will be fall soon and then snows will come, but you wona??t be here then.a??
a??Ingunn, what mean you? Come, dona??t speak such nonsense. Open the door, else, Ia??lla??a??
a??You will what, Orm?a?? She set the torch to the wooden walls, but they didna??t catch fire easily. She raised her arm, moaning softly with the pain of it, and touched the flame to the thatch roof. It caught immediately, and sprang up, bright orange, the heat intense, the smoke billowing upward.
She knew the instant Orm realized what shea??d done. There was panic in his voice. And fear. He shouted, a??Open the door, you stupid woman! By Thor, Ia??ll make you pay for this, you bitch, Ia??lla??a??
She interrupted him gently, but firmly, her voice chiding him as if he were a heedless child.
a??Be not so impatient, my love. In a little while, Orm, Ia??ll release you, but first I want to warm you.
I want you to feel the same warmth you intended for Magnus and Zarabeth and all of Maleka??s people when you set the torches to the longhouse.
I shouldna??t have believed you, I shouldna??t have forgiven you for burning Malek, but I did.
I accepted your word that it was an accident, something you hadna??t intended, something one of your men had done.
I knew, of course, that you lied, but I didna??t want to admit it to myself.
If I had, I would have had to admit that I was a fool and naught but your dupe and a traitor to my own family.
a??Do you feel the warmth yet, Orm? The thatch is burning nicely now. Soon, my love, soon now you will be so warm you will yell with it.a??
Ah, yes, he knew now what she had done. She smiled as she listened to him yelling and cursing her, listened as he tore at the door and the walls of the hut.
She listened as he struck the door and the walls with the tool with which shea??d struck him.
She wondered vaguely if he could possibly free himself.
She didna??t think so. She moved back from the hut, for the flames were jumping outward now, and the heat was bright and intense.
She saw the hut shudder, heard the low rumbling of the beams that supported the thatch on the roof.
She heard him scream as the roof crashed inward. Then there was madness.
Egill stood next to his father, his hand on his arm. He was content with the simple touch, knowing now that all was well. Lotti was on Zarabetha??s lap, sleeping soundly, her fingers stuffed into her mouth.
a??Ingunn is alive, but I dona??t know if she will regain her mind.a??
Magnus nodded at Tostiga??s words. Tostig was exhausted.
He moved to a scarred wooden bench and sat down, leaning his elbows on the table.
Theya??d killed those of Orma??s men who elected to fight.
Theya??d simply released the others, who had thrown down their axes and swords.
He looked down at the wooden table and saw layers of grease and bits of old food ground into the wood, rancid and rotten. The Saxons lived like animals.
Magnusa?? sister was lying in a small back room, a torn and bruised woman with dull and empty eyes, her body as broken as her mind.
He had hoped to see her die for all she had done.
Now he wasna??t so certain. He shuddered, thinking of Orm Ottarssona??s death.
When theya??d come to the hut, Ingunn had been kneeling in front of it, the strange firelight casting madness itself onto her bruised face.
She was speaking to Orm, saying soft love words, telling him that she would never leave him.
Theya??d stood there even as his screaming had stopped.
Ingunn had looked up at Magnus and said, a??Orm knew you would come. He enjoyed taunting you, a??twas a game that pleased him mightily. I am glad youa??re here.a?? She had fallen silent. Shea??d said nothing more.
Zarabeth leaned over and kissed Lottia??s forehead.
Then she looked up and smiled at Egill. a??You saved her.
Thank the gods you were there to pull her from the water, to press the water from her body.
You saved her and then you protected her with your own life.
I give you all the thanks in my heart. You are a brave boy, Egill.a??
a??She needs me,a?? Egill said. a??She grows more certain of herself with each passing day, but she still needs me.
She says many things, now, Zarabeth. I feared that she would give up when Orm caught us with Aunt Ingunn at the harbor, but she didna??t.
She told me that we would be all right. She patted my hand. I was proud of her.a??
Magnus could only marvel at the man-words coming from his sona??s mouth.
The changes the past months had brought stunned him.
He supposed he had expected to find Egill just as hea??d been the day he disappeared.
But he hadna??t. Hea??d found a boy who was strong and responsible and caring.
Magnus rose, grabbed Egill beneath the arms, and lifted him high.
Then he lowered him and hugged him until Egill protested that his ribs were crushed.
Magnus eased his hold and whispered against his sona??s cheek, a??By Thor, I have missed you.
I will guard you more carefully in the future.a??
Zarabeth laughed, then immediately sobered. She was looking puzzled. a??How did she tell you, Egill, that you would be all right? I dona??t understand.a??
Egill showed her, speaking the words slowly, accompanying them by swift hand gestures.
Lotti stirred in Zarabetha??s arms, straightened, and yawned. She smiled sleepily, then said, her voice imperious, a??Egill! Come here!a??
The boy grinned at his father. a??She becomes more the female by the day, Father.a??
Magnus watched his son walk to Lotti. He watched him lightly stroke his palm over the childa??s face.
He heard him speak softly and distinctly to her, watched him make the quick hand and finger gestures.
Then, to his surprise, Lotti nodded and eased back into Zarabetha??s arms. She was asleep within moments.
a??Zarabeth is your mother now, Egill.a??
a??I know. It is good.a??
a??She carries my babe.a??
The boy was silent for many moments. Zarabeth realized she was holding her breath. Then he said, a??That is good too. Lotti and I both want more brothers and sisters. Ia??m tired now, Father. We will remain here for the rest of the night?a??
a??Aye. Tomorrow we will return to York.a??
Zarabeth said with great relish, a??And then we will all go home to Malek.a??
a??Aye,a?? Egill said. a??Thata??s what Lotti wants too.a??
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