โIโโm surprised to see you here.โ Bjornโs light tone belied the tension radiating from him. โItโs a long journey from Nordeland to Fjalltindr. And a dangerous one.โโ
โI felt the urge to prove my devotion to the gods,โ Harald answered. โI donโt want Thor to look upon me with disfavor when I take to the seas this summer.โ
The tall woman with him gave a soft snort of amusement, and the mead in my stomach soured.ย Taking to the seasย in the summer meantย raiding,ย and Skaland was Nordelandโs nearest target.
Though Bjorn had to know that, he said, โPlanning a journey? The seashore is most relaxing in the warmer months.โ
The king gave a small smile, then shrugged, the motion made elegant by his long, lean frame. Indeed, if not for my instinctual distaste for him, Iโd have thought him more than passingly attractive with his high cheekbones
and golden-brown hair, which hung in loose waves to his shoulders, his short beard secured by a gold clip. โWe shall see what the Norns have in store for us. Already there have been surprising developments.โ
His eyes, which were the palest of grays, latched onto mine, and I knew he meantย me.ย I was the surprising development. Despite Bjorn killing his spy, King Harald knew who I was and what I represented. A fact that was confirmed as he said, โYou are the shield maiden, yes? What is your name?โ
There seemed little point in denying my identity. โFreya, Erikโs daughter.โ
โIโm surprised you remain alive,โ he said. โMany seek your death, for they do not wish to see Skaland with a king, and even less to swear allegiance to Snorri. Though I see they have all failed to kill you as they swore to do.โ
Bjorn shifted restlessly next to me, and I wondered if he was considering the same thing as I was: whether Harald counted himself among those who wished my death. Weapons might not be allowed within Fjalltindr but that wouldnโt stop his men from ambushing us outside the borders.
โA bit of foresight would have told those who sought Freyaโs death that there was another path to be taken,โ Bjorn answered. โOne worth the risks, given the gods have spoken of a future that has not yet come to pass.โ
The twisted phrasing felt strange in my ears, but the king responded before I could give it more thought.
โItโs true, then, the whispers racing through Fjalltindr? She vanquished the draug from the tunnels?โ Harald didnโt wait for an answer, only tilted his head and asked, โHow? They cannot be slain with a mortal weapon and Hlinโs shield only protects.โ
โIt seems she is favored by more than just Hlin.โ
Given Tyr had once been content to burn half the skin off my hand,ย thatย was definitely not the case. But if convincing those set on killing me that I was favored by all the gods would dissuade them from putting seaxes in my heart, Iโd be more than happy to scream the lie day and night. My honor had its limits.
One of the kingโs eyebrows rose. โInteresting.โ
The thud of many feet on steps filtered up from behind us, and I half turned to find Snorri and Ylva approaching, warriors behind them.
โJarl Snorri. Or is it King Snorri now?โ King Harald smiled widely, though it held little warmth. โIt has been an age. I was only just catching up with Bjorn. We miss his presence and would give a great deal to have him back in Nordeland.โ
A chill raced across my skin.
โHarald.โ Snorri stepped next to Bjornโs elbow, not addressing the kingโs comment as he said, โI see youโve met my new wife.โ
Haraldโs eyes darkened and I realized that Snorriย hadย answered the kingโs threat. If the foretelling came to pass and Skaland united under one king, not only would we be able to repel Nordelandโs raids, we would have the strength to raid Nordeland itself.
โYes.ย Freyaaaa,โ the king answered, showing no sign of being cowed as he drew out my name. โAs beautiful as she is formidable. May she bear you many children, as well as a crown, my old friend.โ
Snorri crossed his arms, jaw tight.
โIโd say that it must be pleasing to have found the shield maiden of your prophecy, yet the rumor is that she has cost you far more than sheโs earned,โ the king said. โHalsar attacked, men lost to Gnut, more lost along the way to Fjalltindr. Iโd be concerned that Iโd misinterpreted Sagaโs words.โ
โWe are here to give our offering to the gods,โ Snorri interrupted. โNot for idle chatter with our enemies.โ
โEnemiesย is such a strong word. Especially given we were once friends and allies.โ
โOnce,โ Snorri snarled. โThen you murdered my seer and stole my son from me. Kept him as your thrall!โ
A flash of emotion passed across the kingโs face but his smile swiftly returned. โAs aย hostage,ย whom I raised as though he were my own son in honor of our friendship,โ the king corrected. โAnd what choice did I have? Though I was innocent, you blamed me for Sagaโs death to all whoโd listen, using it to create support among your people for raiding my shores. If Iโd
not kept Bjorn at my side, those raids would have come to fruition. Youโd have slaughtered my people, and it wouldโve beenย war.โ
โItย willย be war.โ Snorri stepped nose-to-nose with the king. โYou can no longer use my son to defend yourself, Harald. Soon he will stand across from you on the field of battle with the shield maiden at his side, and Nordeland will bleed as Skaland has all these long years you denied it a king. Before the godsโโhe gestured violently at the statuesโโI swear it will be so!โ
I bit the insides of my cheeks. Not only did Snorri wish to become king of our people, but he also intended to wield Skaland like a weapon against the man whom he seemed to blame for delaying his destiny.
My pulse raced as visions of sailing across the strait to make war against Nordeland filled my eyes, and I wasnโt sure how I felt about it. Part of me reveled in the idea of striking back against the man whoโd kept Bjorn from his family to achieve his own ends.
But another part of me remembered how Bjorn had spoken of the kindness of the Nordelanders to him while he was a prisoner.
I glanced sideways at Bjorn, whose eyes were fixed on the ground rather than on the arguing men.ย Do something,ย I willed him.ย Say something.
But he barely seemed to be aware of the argument before him.
My anger flared to life because I hated seeing him behave this way, so entirely not himself. Being in the presence of the man whoโd kept him prisoner should have him raging, but instead he was utterly still, eyes lowered. My anger found its way to my tongue. โAny man who uses a child to hide from battle is a coward who will never see Valhalla. It will be Hel who takes you in death, King.โ
No sooner had the words been spoken than the ground beneath our feet quivered. Everyone in the hall started in alarm, except for Snorri, who laughed. โYou see?โ he said. โThe gods are watching her and show their favor.โ
โIndeed,โ Harald replied. โShe is even more formidable than Iโd anticipated.โ Stepping sideways out of our path, he added, โI will not stand between you and the gods, old friend.โ
Snorri snorted, then caught hold of my arm and hauled me forward, everyone else following at our heels, including Bjorn. Yet once weโd all passed, Harald called out, โBjorn. What befell Ragnhild?โ
At mention of the spy, Bjorn stopped in his tracks and turned back. โSheโs dead, although I suspect you know that.โ
Harald inclined his head in agreement. โWho killed her?โ Silence.
โWhat difference does it make?โ Snorri demanded, stepping between Bjorn and Harald. โShe spied on me and suffered the consequences.โ
โNo difference.โ Harald lifted one shoulder, his gaze meeting mine. โThough yours was the last face she saw, Freya, and she died because of it. Come, Tora.โ
Without another word, the king of Nordeland and the tall woman left the hall, leaving us alone with the statues of the gods.
โHarald is not our current concern,โ Ylva said, shoving Snorri in the opposite direction. โNor an immediate threat.โ
โThe woman with him is Tora, child of Thor,โ he answered. โAnd heโll have Skade with him as well, both of them deadly.โ
I had no notion of who this Skade might be, but a child of Thor could call lightning, and that was terrifying enough.
If Ylva felt the same, she didnโt show it, only said, โNeither can use their magic within Fjalltindr, so they are an obstacle for a later hour. We must do what we came for. All your vows of war will mean nothing if Freya does not make her sacrifice and the gods turn on her for her failure.โ
Snorri resisted, his eyes fixed on the door Harald had exited, but then he growled and extracted a handful of silver coins from his pocket, which he pressed into my hands. โAsk the gods for their favor.โ
Ask them yourselfย was what I wanted to say, but instead I nodded and stepped toward the statues.
The hall had no floor, only raw bedrock through which a stream flowed, its branches creating islands on which statues sat. Piles of offerings rested at each godโs feet, and I stepped across the water to set a silver coin beneath Njordโs likeness.
Njord, I ask your forgiveness forโฆI hesitated, memories washing over me. Not memories of the way Vragi had treated me, but rather memories of how heโd used the magic Njordโs blood had gifted him. Remembered the whale he beached over and over again for sport. Remembered all the fish that had not filled bellies but rotted on beaches for his carelessness.ย He dishonored your gift.
I set another coin at the feet of the goddess Iโd been named for, immediately thinking of my brother.ย Freyja, please grant Geir and Ingrid love and happiness. And many babies,ย I added, knowing that this was Ingridโs wish.
With Bjorn, Snorri, and Ylva at my heels, I went from god to god, giving my offering and asking for the gods to favor those I loved. Those I knew to be in need. Those I knew to be deserving.
When I reached Loki, it was me I thought of. Loki was the trickster, his children gifted with his ability to transform themselves into the shapes of others to achieve their ends. Deceivers asked for his favor.
And with all the lies I was telling, I was a deceiver of the first order.
Loki, pleaseโฆI trailed off, unwilling to ask him to grant me a liarโs tongue to better keep my deceptions alive, because while that was the role I had to play, it was not who I was in my heart. So instead I asked for nothing, only set a coin at his feet.
As I turned to the last god, the Allfather Odin, I heard Snorri say, โI can keep silent no more, Bjorn.โ
No one had spoken while Iโd given my offerings, so I slowed my step, curious about what Snorri might say while he thought me distracted.
โWhy did you just stand there? Harald denied Skaland its king by keeping you his prisoner, and while I voiced the promise of vengeance, you cowered like a beaten dog.โ
Anger flamed to life in my chest, but I bit my lip and kept silent.
โIt was either do nothing or commit murder on the grounds of Fjalltindr,โ Bjorn answered. โBe glad I checked my violence, Father.โ
Snorri snorted, seemingly unconvinced. โAct like the weapon you are.
Put fear into the hearts of our enemies. Be worthy of Tyrโs fire.โ
Snap back,ย I willed Bjorn.ย Put him in his place.ย But he only said, โYes, Father.โ
Scowling, I stepped over the pooled water to place a coin at Odinโs feet. โOdin,โ I whispered.ย Allfather, if it is your will, please see Bjorn released from the burden of his past so that he might fight those who deserve his vengeance. Accept this offering on his behalf.
A shiver passed over me, my skin prickling. But the sensation quickly passed, leaving me suddenly drained. Iโd barely slept in days, climbed mountains infested with monsters, and fought battles with words and weapons. All I wanted was to curl up on a flat surface somewhere and not move until dawn tomorrow.
Except judging from the rhythmic drumming outside, sleep was not an option.
โThe ritual is beginning,โ Ylva said. โWe must go prepare, and quickly.โ
Surrounded by Snorriโs warriors, we went to a small hall that appeared to have been granted to Snorri for his use. We paused outside, Ylva using a stick of charcoal to draw runes on the door, the markings flaring bright and then seeming to sink into the wood when she was finished. โWhile we call this hall home, no one with ill intent to any of our party may enter,โ she murmured. โThough it will not stop them from burning it down around our heads.โ
โIโll post guards,โ Snorri said, then motioned for me to go inside.
The hall was simply furnished with many cots, and a fire burned in the hearth, but otherwise, it was empty.
โWhere is Steinunn?โ Snorri asked of Bjorn, genuine concern in his voice. โDid she fall?โ
โIt was too dangerous for her to come,โ Bjorn answered. โI sent her back with your warrior. Told her to try to catch up to you.โ
Snorriโs face darkened. โWe saw no sign of her. She was supposed to travel with you for a reason, Bjorn.โ
The gleam in Bjornโs eye told me he was thinking of making this situation worse, so I said, โShe resisted, only agreeing to part ways with us after I gave my word that Iโd tell her all she wished to know. And itโs well
she didnโt make the climb, for sheโd have surely fallen to the draug in the battle.โ He seemed unappeased, so I added, โSteinunn herself told me her magic is more powerful when her song tells a story from the eyes of those who endure the trials, so it is best that it will be my story she sings without the influence of seeing the events herself.โ
I held my breath as Snorri silently considered my words, then he nodded and said, โYou will tell her all at the soonest opportunity. As it is, I wished her here to sing the ballad of your birth in fire and your marking for all clans to hear, and now that must wait.โ
โIโll tell her everything,โ I lied, because there were most definitely moments in the tunnels that the world didย notย need to know.
Snorri gave me a curt nod, turning once again to Bjorn, and Ylva shoved me behind a curtain. โClothes off. With all my thralls dead to ensure you lived, youโll have to bathe yourself. Do it swiftly.โ
You killed them, not me,ย I wanted to say. Instead I remained silent, pulling off my chain-mail shirt and then the garments underneath, cringing at the stink of metal, sweat, and blood that clung to me. Boots and trousers joined the pile on the floor, and I hoped Iโd have time to wash them before having to don them again, because the smell would only worsen.
A bucket of steaming water arrived, and I struggled to unravel my braids with one hand. My right had stiffened horribly, the tightness of my scars made worse by the bruising Iโd gained punching the draug.
โCursed, useless girl.โ Ylva abandoned her own washing to help me. โHead in the bucket.โ
She swiftly washed my hair before leaving me to scrub the filth from my body with a rag. From the bags, she extracted a simple dress, which she helped me into before dressing herself.
โWhat will happen tonight?โ I asked, finally in the position to get answers to the questions Iโd been avoiding thinking about. An enormous price had been paid to get me here for the ritual, yet I still had no notion of what would occur.
โAll those who have traveled to Fjalltindr will make sacrifices to the gods,โ Ylva said. โAs will you.โ
โThatโs it?โ Not that I was complaining. If killing a chicken was all that I had to do, Iโd gladly do it.
โThere is a celebration afterwards, but you will come back here where we can ensure your safety. The runes on the hall will protect you.โ She went to the wall where a dozen masks hung on hooks and selected one fashioned to look like a raven, a long cape of black feathers hanging from it. She fit it on my head, and when I looked up, it was to see the sharp beak protruding above my forehead. With ash, she shadowed the skin around my eyes as though I were going to war. Fastening a mask with deer antlers on her own head, she said, โWe sent a messenger back to Halsar after you separated from us. Even now, Ragnar will be coming with all haste with the rest of our fighting men to ensure we get back down this mountain alive.โ
โTheyโll be leaving Halsar undefended?โ
โYes.โ Her gaze was frosty. โI hope you appreciate what is being done to keep you safe.โ
All ofย thatย so that I could kill a chicken in front of a crowd of people.
As though hearing my thoughts, Ylva gripped my shoulders, staring unblinkingly at me from behind her mask. โYou are a child of the gods, girl. You are one of the Unfated, which means everything you do has the power to alter your destiny, and the destinies of those around you, for good and ill.โ
Not for the first time, I hated that fact. Longed to be fully mortal so that everything Iโd ever do was already woven. For it felt like I was running down an unmapped path where I might easily lose my way, dragging myself and all those I cared for to our doom.
Ylva looked me up and down, her lips pinched tight. โWe have no more time, so this will have to do.โ
When we stepped out from behind the curtain, it was to find Snorri and Bjorn waiting unmasked and in silence, the tension between them high. Both had removed their mail, and Bjorn had scrubbed the blood from his face, revealing shadows beneath his green eyes. Exhausted, yet he moved unerringly to my elbow, his father giving him a nod of approval before stepping outside, where the warriors waited.
Snorri and Ylva led the group through the trees, hundreds of people moving in the same direction. Many men and women wore elaborate masks like my own, often accompanied by decorated hides or cloaks of feathers, which made it seem like a herd of beasts approaching the ritual.
Bjorn walked at my left, his eyes roving over any who drew near. A woman walked against the flow, her face concealed by a mask of raven feathers that blended into her dark hair. Bjorn tensed as she drew close and my own heart skittered, seeing threats at every turn. But she only murmured, โWhat path do you follow?โ
I blinked, opening my mouth to answer her, but Bjorn caught my arm and drew me forward. โSeems like many have already indulged in mushroom tea.โ
Frowning, I cast a backward glance at the woman, but sheโd already disappeared into the trees, so I turned my eyes to where torches glowed, illuminating a gathering of hundreds of people standing before a large flat rock. Drummers pounded the same rhythm they had before, low and ominous, and through the tree foliage a full moon glowed overhead.
As though theyโd been waiting for our arrival, the drums increased their intensity, and the gothar appeared carrying bowls of liquid, offering mouthfuls to every individual they passed. One approached our group, but the warriors all shook their heads, declining the offering.
โYou will drink,โ Ylva said to me under her breath as both Snorri and Bjorn declined. โThe tea will bring you closer to the gods.โ
The last thing I wanted to do was drink the contents of the bowl. Even from here, I could smell the earthy musk of mushrooms, and Iโd not lived such a sheltered life as to be unaware of what would happen if I drank.
The gothi smiled and lifted the bowl to my lips. I pretended to drink, but Ylva wasnโt fooled. โYou think they canโt see?โ she hissed. โYou think they donโt know?โ
I highly doubted the gods gave a shit whether I consumed mushroom tea or not, but I wouldnโt put it past Ylva to hold me down and force the entire bowl down my throat, so I took a tiny mouthful. Ylva declined to drink, and
Bjorn gave a soft laugh at my scowl. โMay the tea show you sweet visions, Born-in-Fire.โ
Fuck.
I had no interest in seeing things, but short of sticking my fingers down my throat and vomiting in front of everyone, there wasnโt much to be done.
Peering between the heads of those taller than me, I watched a man lift a goat onto the altar, the creature showing little awareness, and therefore little concern, about its impending death. The drums grew louder, the manโs words to the gods drowned out by the noise. A blade made of white bone caught the moonlight and blood sprayed, the animal slumping as its lifeblood flowed into carved channels and dripped into waiting basins. A gothi dipped his hand in it, using it to mark the faces of those whoโd offered the sacrifice. Blood dripped down foreheads and cheeks, and I swore I heard the droplets hit the ground despite distance making that impossible.
A shiver ran over me, the air charged in a way Iโd never felt before. As if deeds done and words spoken in this place meantย moreย than they did anywhere else. As though we truly were closer to the gods.
Discomfited, I stopped watching, focusing instead on the bald head of a man a few paces before me.
But the sensation didnโt lessen.
The air grew thick, smelling of thunder and rain. My skin crawled as the feeling intensified, and I broke my gaze from the bald head to glance at my companions. All were watching the altar, but as my eyes skipped over Bjorn, he rubbed his bare forearms, the dusting of dark hair on them lifting as though he were cold.
Bjorn never got cold.
What was going on?
Those around us whoโd consumed the tea gaped at the sacrifice on the altar with strange, unblinking stares. I focused inward to see if my tiny mouthful of tea had taken effect.
Would I know? Would I be able to tell if what I was seeing was real or hallucination?
Glancing back to the ritual revealed that several more sacrifices had been made during my distraction. All around me, men and women bore streaks of blood the gothar had smeared across their faces. The coppery smell filled my nose.
Bump, bump.
My heart rate escalated, matching the rhythm of the drums, the world around me pulsing.
Bump, bump.
โIt is time,โ Ylva whispered into my ear. โDo not fail.โ
One of Snorriโs warriors walked up to the altar. Except it wasnโt a chicken he held in his hand, but rather a rope attached to a bull, and I swallowed hard, feeling a hand press against my back. The crowd ahead of me parted, the people swaying in rhythm to the drums as I approached.
Or were they standing still?
Each time I looked at the crowd, I saw something different. Wasnโt sure whether what I saw was real or whether the tea was making me see things.
Each step grew harder, my breath coming in rapid pants as it had when I was racing up the mountain, but I drew no closer to the altar. I broke into a run, then stumbled, suddenly on top of the rock, reaching a hand out to the bull to touch its warm hide.
It shivered, turning its large head to stare at me, eyes like black pits. A gothi pressed the knife into my hand.
I stared at the bone blade, the blood covering it swirling and moving like the tides of the sea, the smell choking me.
โIโll hold him steady.โ
Bjornโs voice filled my ears. He had one hand on the lead, the other bracing one of the creatureโs horns. The bull was old, his muzzle gray. He shifted uneasily, though whether it was from the smell of blood, the crowd, or some sixth sense that his end was near, I couldnโt say.
โDo you know how?โ
Bjorn sounded distant, as though he stood a dozen feet away from me, not at my elbow.
โYes.โ
The gothi began shouting to the gods, offering the sacrifice, but it was hard to hear him as the wind rose. It caught and pulled at my clothes and the ravenโs feathers I wore, the branches of the surrounding forest rustling against one another, the trees themselves creaking and groaning from the onslaught.
The gothi went silent, and Bjorn said, โNow, Freya.โ
I tightened my grip on the knife. Above, lightning flashed, branches of light shattering the night before everything turned dark. The people turned their faces skyward in time to watch a mass of black birds descend, flying in chaotic circles even as the forest came alive with the sounds of creatures calling, their voices a cacophony of noise. The bull shifted restlessly and bellowed.
โFreya,โ Bjorn hissed, โif he decides to bolt, I wonโt be able to stop him.โ
I couldnโt move. Couldnโt tear my eyes from the circling birds. Omens. Signs the gods watched, and I found myself uncertain whether this was an offering they wanted. But the specter had said that if I did not do this, my life would be forfeit.
Lightning arced across the sky. Once, twice, three times, the thunder deafening yet not loud enough to drown out the beat of the drums. The bull twisted, pulling against Bjornโs grip even as the birds descended, wings brushing my face as they circled, the bullโs eyes rolling as it started to panic.
โFreya!โ
If I failed, my familyโs lives would be forfeit.
โAccept this offering,โ I breathed, then pulled the knife across the bullโs jugular.
It lunged, dragging Bjorn with it, and then dropped to its knees, blood raining down to fill the channels, draining into a basin held by a gothi.
Everything went silent, even the drums, the ravens vanishing like smoke.
I quivered, watching as the bull slumped, its side going still with death. No one spoke. No one moved. No one seemed to even breathe.
The gothi reacted first, lifting the basin and dipping his fingers into the crimson contents. But it was the basin, not his hand, that I focused on, the blood swirling as though a maelstrom had settled into its depths.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Each droplet of blood that fell from the gothiโs hands resounded in my ears like rocks being dropped from far above. I jerked with each impact, the noise deafening.
The gothi reached for me, and it took every ounce of will I possessed not to recoil as he dragged his fingers across my face, the blood hot against my icy flesh.
A pulse of air struck me the moment his fingers left my skin, and my stomach dropped as though I were falling from a great height. Surrounding the crowd was a circle of hooded figures, each holding a torch that burned with silver fire.
I couldnโt move. Could barely breathe. โBjorn,โ I whispered, โIโm seeing things that arenโt there.โ
โNo.โ His breath caught. โThey are here.โ The gods were here.
Not one of them, butโฆbutย allย of them. My eyes skipped from figure to figure, not certain if I was shocked or terrified or both. The air swirled, carrying with it a voice, neither male nor female, that whispered, โFreya Born-in-Fire, child of two bloods, weย seeย you.โ
Then the figures disappeared.
I stood rigid, unable to move even if Iโd wanted to, because the godsโฆ the gods had been here. And theyโd come because ofย me.
What remained to be seen was whether that was for good or ill, as I still had little notion of what future they saw for me. Why they cared for the child of the most minor of their ranks.
Why me?
As though I possessed no more intelligence than the dead bull at my feet, I gaped at the crowd, wondering how many realized that this had been
no tea-induced delusion. Too many, I decided, seeing eyes that stared at me with clarity. Snorri, Ylva, and their warriors, yes. But also King Harald, whose gaze was thoughtful as he stood with his slender arms crossed at the rear of the crowd, Tora still at his elbow.
My knees were weak, demanding that I sit, but thankfully Bjorn had enough wit to own the situation. Grabbing my bloody hand, which still gripped the bone knife, he lifted it high. โThe gods are watching,โ he roared. โDo not disappoint them in your revels!โ
The crowd answered with a roar of approval, men and women dispersing into the trees to where bonfires burned and jugs of mead awaited.
โAre you all right?โ Bjorn asked, his hands squeezing mine.
โIโฆIโฆโ Twisting out of his grip, I barely made it to the edge of the altar before dropping to my knees to vomit. Bjorn pulled the raven mask off me, then held back my hair as I heaved for the second time today, the muscles in my stomach aching from the abuse.
Spitting, I turned to look at him. โWhy? Why are they watching me?โ Before he could speak, Snorri and Ylva were upon us.
โThere can be no denying the foretelling now,โ Snorri said. โWe must get Freya back to the hall until reinforcements arrive, for she is prize enough that some might tempt the peace of Fjalltindr.โ
Easing to my feet, I didnโt resist as Snorri led me past the dozens of bonfires, those surrounding them laughing and dancing as they ate and drank. We made our way to the hall Ylva had warded, warriors taking up posts around it as I was brought inside.
The moment I was through the doors, I broke away from Snorri. โI need to sleep.โ
What I needed was to think, to ask questions, to understand what had happened. But days with little rest had more than caught up with me and I knew none of those things would happen without a few hours of unconsciousness. Thankfully no one argued, Snorri, Ylva, and Bjorn speaking in terse voices as I went to the curtained area where Iโd dressed and used the basin of water to scrub the blood from my face.
Not bothering to take off the dress, I collapsed on a cot, using the last vestiges of my energy to pull the furs over my body.
Freya Born-in-Fire, child of two bloods, weย seeย you.
The unearthly voices repeated in my head, and I shivered, rolling so that I was looking at the curtain. Through it, I could make out the shadows of the three.
โNow is the time to form alliances,โ Snorri said. โNow, with the appearance of the gods and their validation of the prophecy fresh in their minds.โ
Had the gods validated the seerโs foretelling? All theyโd said was that they were watching, which could mean anything.
โA matter of hours ago, these same men were trying to take Freya or kill her, and you think this is enough for them to accept your rule?โ Bjorn snorted in disgust. โIf anything, they will only try harder.โ
โWhich is why I must convince them of the imminent threat Harald presents to us all,โ Snorri answered. โAlone, no clan can stand against him, but united? He will think twice about raiding our shores again. Especially once we turn to raiding his territories.โ
โThat is your intent, then?โ Bjorn asked. โTo move immediately against Harald with Freya in the center of your shield wall?โ
Silence, then Snorri said, โSuch a proposition should enthuse you, my son. Harald didnโt raise you out of the kindness of his heart. Heย hidย you from us so as to deny me my destiny as king. To deny Skaland the strength it needed to stand against his raiders. You should be screaming for vengeance.โ
โI do wish revenge,โ Bjorn snapped back, the venom in his voice suggesting that he wished that revenge very much indeed. โBut until quite recently, Freyaโs days were spent gutting fish and keeping house. Yet you think magic and prophecy enough for her to lead your warriors into battle despite her knowing nothing of war. It seems an ideal way to get everyone killed.โ
I winced, but given Bjorn was correct, taking insult seemed foolish.
โFor once, Bjorn speaks reason.โ Ylvaโs voice startled me, as Iโd half forgotten she was there. โYou speak of warring against Harald when weโve yet to form a single alliance with another jarl. Let us look to the first step before the second, lest we stumble.โ
โWhich is precisely what I proposed to do, yet instead I stand here listening to you two prattle!โ Snorri made an aggrieved noise. โYou remain here with Freya while I pursue conversation that will achieve our ends.โ
โTake our warriors with you,โ Ylva said. โYou need a show of strength when you meet with the other jarls.โ
โThey need to remain to protect Freya.โ
โThe wards will prevent anyone from attempting to come in.โ Snorri shook his head. โItโs too risky.โ
โYou need the jarls to believe you have the strength to deliver on what you have promised,โ Ylva said. โBesides, Bjorn will be here with her.โ
Snorri hesitated, then said, โFine. Stay within the wards.โ
His boots thudded against the wooden floor, and the curtain moved on the draft of air as he opened the door and departed.
โI need to sleep.โ Bjornโs tone was cool. โWake me only if absolutely necessary.โ
โIโve never needed you for anything before, Bjorn.โ Ylvaโs voice was equally frosty. โAnd I think that unlikely to change over the next few hours.โ
I heard the creak of Bjorn settling onto a cot and the room grew silent. As was typical of men, his breathing deepened with sleep while my mind continued to turn over events, refusing to calm enough for me to drift off.
Every time I closed my eyes, visions of the gods appearing filled my mindโs eye, that strange collective voice like thunder,ย Freya Born-in-Fire, child of two bloods, weย seeย you.ย What had they meant?ย Child of two bloodsย was clear enough, for I had both mortal and divine blood in my veins, but so did every other child of the gods. What exactly did theyย seeย in me that was worth all of them stepping onto the mortal plane at once? What was it about me that was so special? How did they foresee me uniting a nation of
clans that raided and warred against one another year in and year out? Clans that did notย wantย to be united.
Because Bjorn was right that I was no warrior of legend whose battle fame would awe and inspire warriors to follow me. Nor was I a gifted orator whose words had the power to convince even the most stubborn naysayers.
Why me? Why not Bjorn or someone like him?
Andโฆand why did the gods care if Skaland was united at all? For as long as memory, weโd been divided, as were all the other nations who worshipped our gods, save Nordeland. What did the gods stand to gain in that changing? Why had they chosen me to do it?
And why, of all men, did they want Snorri to be king?
Someone stirred, and I recognized the soft tread of Ylvaโs feet as she moved about the hall. Then the curtain blew inward.
I tensed at the draft, certain that my disloyal thoughts had summoned my
husbandย back, but when the air stilled, no one spoke.
Curious, I reached down and pulled up the edge of the curtain, taking in the darkened hall. Bjorn was stretched out on a cot, but otherwise the space was empty.
Ylva was gone.
Sheโs just stepped out to take a piss,ย I told myself.ย Go to sleep while you can, you idiot.
Rolling onto my back, I closed my eyes, focusing on the sound of Bjornโs breathing. Except doing so caused me to think aboutย him.ย Rolling onto my side again, I lifted the curtain, my breath hitching. Heโd moved onto his stomach and, ever overheated, had kicked off the sleeping furs, which meant his naked back was revealed.
Go to sleep, Freya.ย Except tearing my gaze from the hard lines of his thick muscles required a stronger woman than Iโd ever be. I followed the designs of his tattoos, remembering how heโd shivered when Iโd touched the crimson one on the back of his neck. The tattoos on his shoulders and back were inky black, and I wondered how far down they continued after
they disappeared into the waist of his trousers, and what else Iโd discover if I followed their path.
An ache formed between my thighs, and I bit my lip, part of me wanting to weep that I was doomed to be an unsatisfied wife and the other part wanting to rage that it was so. If the gods truly favored me, then they ought to have delivered an attractive man who knew how to pleasure a woman. Instead Iโd first been given to one who treated me as equal parts servant and broodmare, and then one married to another womanโthough in fairness, not having to endure Snorriโs touch was a mercy.
It is hard to keep oneโs wits when faced with a woman as beautiful as the sight of shore to a man who has been lost at sea.
Never in my life had anyone said such a thing to me, and I indulged myself by allowing the words to repeat again and again even as I remembered his touch on my hands. The intensity in his gaze as weโd stared into each otherโs eyes. The heat and strength of him as heโd held me against the cold.
I wanted to feel all those things again.
Itโs just lust,ย I snarled at myself.ย Deal with it and then go to sleep.
Dropping the curtain, I rolled onto my back and reached under the furs, drawing up the skirt of my dress. I slipped a hand inside my undergarments, no part of me surprised to find myself already wet. Closing my eyes, I traced a fingertip around the center of my pleasure, imagining what it would feel like to have Bjornโs fingers between my thighs. His hands were so much bigger than mine, strong and calloused from use, but no less deft. So I imagined it was him, not me, stroking my sex. Slipping his fingers inside of me while his other hand cupped my breast.
Biting my lip to silence my moan, I reached down the neckline of my dress, finding my nipples hard and aching, wanting to be touched. Wanting to be sucked into his mouth.
I drifted further into my fantasy, feeling him slide my clothes from my body and settle in the cradle of my thighs, hardness pressing where my fingers currently sought climax. The thought of it nearly tipped me over the edge.
This was notย dealingย with my lust. It was making it worse.
I knew that. Knew fantasizing about Bjorn was only going to make me want him more, but I didnโt care.
Because Iย wanted.ย Wanted so many things, and it felt like I was fated to have none of them.
Release dangled just out of reach, and I plunged my fingers into my wetness, imagining it was his cock. Imagining how heโd fill me, my breathing growing ragged.
I was so close. So very close. My climax began to crestโ And Bjorn stirred.
I jerked my hand out from between my legs, irrationally certain that heโd sensed what I was doing. My face turned molten as I waited for him to leap to my side of the curtain and accuse me of pleasuring myself with his name on my lips.
But instead, Bjorn walked on near-silent feet to the front of the hall, the curtain blowing across my face and then settling as he closed the door behind him, leaving me alone in the hall.
Blowing out a long breath, I waited for him to reenter. Seconds passed. Then minutes, and my unease as to where Ylva and Bjorn had gone grew and grew until I could sit still no longer.
So I climbed to my feet.
Easing the door open a crack, I peered out, fully expecting to find Bjorn leaning against the wall, or at the very least in sight.
But there was no one.
While the hall was warded with runes to protect any inside from those of ill intent, it still didnโt feel right that heโd leave me alone and unguarded, especially given that Snorri had instructed him to remain.
What was going on?
My unease deepened, and I opened the door enough to lean my head and shoulders out. In the distance, countless figures moved about between bonfires, but in the area near the hall, no one stirred.
Stay within the wards.ย Snorriโs warning echoed inside my head. I shut the door, then leaned against it, but my pulse didnโt slow. Ylva, I suspected,
had gone to find her husband, probably because she begrudged her exclusion from his conversation with the other jarls.
But where was Bjorn?
Fear soured my stomach as answers, each worse than the next, cycled through my head.
My life wasnโt the only one our enemies sought. King Harald had been more than clear that heโd try to take Bjorn prisoner again. What if he and his soldiers had been waiting outside? What if theyโd waited for him to step out to take a piss and then cracked him over the head while he was watering a tree? What if theyโd realized they couldnโt get past Ylvaโs wards and decided to cut their losses with one prisoner? What if even now they were dragging him down the southern slopes of the mountain?
You need to stay in the hall,ย I told myself.ย Itโs warded. Running around Fjalltindr by yourself is an idiot thing to do. Wait for Snorri to return.
Except that I had no idea when that would be. What if I sat here until morning while Bjorn was marched toward Nordeland?
I needed to get help before it was too late.
My cloak was draped over a bench, so I swiftly donned it as well as one of the antlered masks on the wall, praying that others enjoying the revels still wore theirs so that I might blend in. Then I stepped out into the night.
Moving through the trees, I searched the shadows, wanting to scream Bjornโs name but knowing that to do so would bring unwanted attention. So instead I whispered, โBjorn? Bjorn?โ then out of desperation, โYlva?โ
Nothing.
I needed to find Snorri and the rest of the warriors. Needed to tell them what had happened so they could help in the hunt. But beyond knowing Snorriโs intent to meet with other jarls, I had no idea where to find him.
Stepping closer to the revels around the fires, I searched for familiar faces, realizing now why my parents had never brought me to Fjalltindr. Everywhere I looked, men and women staggered around, either drunk or intoxicated on other substances, and those who werenโt moving about were coupling in full view. Not only in pairs, but in groups of threes or fours or more, and if I hadnโt been in a full-blown panic, I wouldโve gaped.
Such things pleased the gods, who delighted in the carnal. Yet I doubted the revelers were motivated by the gods, instead entirely consumed by their own pleasures. Which was good because it meant they paid no attention to me.
โWhere the fuck are you, Snorri?โ I whispered, though my heart was screaming,ย Where are you, Bjorn?
The rhythmic beat of drums echoed through the air as I walked, though it did little to drown the moans of pleasure of the revelers as they sought release on the ground or against trees, some wearing masks and some not, all of them strangers. Perhaps Bjorn was among them. Perhaps heโd left the hall in order to find pleasurable pursuits, thinking that Iโd have the wisdom to remain behind the wards. My stomach soured, but logic immediately chased away the idea. There was too much at stake for him to take that sort of risk.
Except that heย hadย left the hall of his own volition. Which begged the question of why?
The question repeated to the beat of the drums, my stomach twisting even as my chest constricted, every breath a challenge.
I wove through the narrow paths, searching, but not a single familiar face appeared. Shivers stole over me, my arms and legs weak as I eyed the other sleeping halls, but guards stood in the perimeters around them, watching over the jarls and their families within.
What if everyone was dead?ย โThey arenโt,โ I whispered at my terror. โNo one would dare kill them within the confines of Fjalltindr. Itโs forbidden.โ
I took a step down a path, then light from the Hall of the Gods caught my eye. Dozens of brilliant torches encircled the structure, and as I watched, a shadow passed in front of them.
Moving closer, I eventually made out the face of Tora. If she was here, then Harald surely was as well, and if heโd taken Bjorn, this would be where he had him. Tora stood with her arms crossed in front of the entrance, expression implacable. Though she was unarmed, and presumably her magic as curtailed as my own by the power of this place, she was still twice
my size, which meant I would not get past her by force without warning those inside.
Shit.
I circled the building, wishing the revelers would quit laughing and humping and banging on drums so I could bloody well hear, but knowing my people as I did, theyโd be at it until dawn.
The only door was the one guarded by Tora, and there were no windows. Stepping over the stream that flowed beneath the building, I paused, because if the water that flowed around the statues inside could exit, that meant there was an opening. Picking my way upstream, I reached the outcropping on which the hall sat. Water trickled down the rock, making soft tinkling sounds.
Feeling for handholds, I climbed, cursing silently as the antlers on my mask scratched against the wood of the hallโs wall. The freezing water numbed my hands, but I barely noticed as I peered through the narrow opening through which the water flowed. Immediately, my eyes went to where Harald stood.
He was speaking but I couldnโt make out his words over the tinkle of water and the noise of the revels. Just as I couldnโt make out the face of the individual he was speaking to, for the person, or persons, were hidden from view by Lokiโs statue. I searched the shadows for any sign of Bjorn, Ylva, Snorri, or the rest of our companions, but found nothing. So my eyes drew back to the king.
He was angry, gesticulating and pointing.
Who was he speaking to?
โDid you think there wouldnโt be a cost to this?โ I caught some of his words during a lull in the drums and leaned forward. โโฆheโll destroy everything you care about ifโฆthis is the only way you can be certain Snorri wonโtโฆโ
My heart broke into a gallop at Snorriโs name, and I silently shrieked at the revelers to be silent as they broke into song.
โA good mother protects her sonโฆdoes what it takes toโฆโ
Loud voices from the revels drowned out the rest, but Harald ceased gesticulating, focusing intently on the unseen speaker.
The singing stopped.
โThen that is our plan,โ Harald said. โHe trusts you. Goโโ A loud shriek of laughter drowned out the rest of what Harald said before he turned and left the building, leaving whomever heโd been speaking to in the hall alone.
I needed to see who it was.
There wasnโt space to climb through the hole and into the hall, so I swiftly climbed back down, scuttling around the side of the building. I crouched in the shadows, waiting to see whoโd emerge, but the door remained shut. Unease filled my chest, and I crept up to the door, quietly opening it.
Lanterns still burned inside the hall, illuminating the statues, but nothing stirred. Whoever had been in here with Harald was gone.
โShit,โ I snarled, twisting on my heels to scan the shadows, searching for a fleeing figure, but all I saw were people dancing around fires in the distance.
Who was it? Who had been conspiring with Harald? Was it someone I knew?
A good mother protects her sonโฆUnease filled my chest, and I circled the revels, searching.ย It couldnโt be her. Couldnโt beโฆ
Indecision froze me in place. Should I hunt for the spy? Continue my search for Bjorn? Attempt to find Snorri to warn him?
A group of revelers staggered past me, one nearly knocking me over, only to shout, โJoin us!โ
I ignored him as I righted myself, but when I looked up, it was to see a hooded woman walking toward the hall where I was supposed to be sleeping.
Where Bjorn was supposed to be sleeping.
A building protected only by the wards thatย sheย had cast, becauseย sheโd
ensured no guards stood watch. And sheโd done so in order to meet with
Harald, because she was plotting with him to get rid of Bjorn to make way for Leif to inherit.
Ylva. I was sure of it.
My hands balled into fists as I watched her reach for the door, already relishing the shock that would fill her face when she realized neither Bjorn nor I was inside. When she realized her plan hadnโt worked.
Ylvaโs hand closed over the latch, opening the door, but as she moved to cross the threshold it was as though one of the gods themselves had swung a mighty fist, launching her backward. She landed square on her arse, a half dozen paces back from the door.
I almost crowed with delight. Herย ownย wards had worked against her, denying entrance to any who desired to harm our party. Denyingย herย entrance.
My elation was short-lived, as hands closed on my arms, yanking me back into the trees.