Njord and Tyr spotted the caves at the same time. They approached with caution, two young men trained in a fighting culture. The berserkers weren’t far behind. He felt a kind of pride in being their unacknowledged leader, though he supposed the Icelander would have something to say about that.“Still here then,” he commented, as he had done countless times since they’d set off on this mission so close to both their hearts.As usual Tyr chose to ignore his levity. The two of them were firm friends and a bit of ribbing wasn’t about to change that.In the past his cousin might have asked if he wished him gone so he could stake a claim to be Jarl. Not any more. He knew Njord wasn’t interested. There hadn’t been any talk of Beyla until now.Njord had come clean about his intentions and, given the circumstances, Tyr had not voiced any objections.“You love her,” he stated. “I never knew.”And that was that.They didn’t find her in the caves, just signs that someone had been held there and r
How she wished she could change her mind. The bidding was well underway and both of her prospective owners were old and fat. One of them even had rotten teeth and bad breath. At least he hadn’t fondled her, unlike the one with the piggy eyes.To make matters worse, Kaan was watching. Wondering what his profit would be, she suspected.As the men went back and forth, glaring at each other, she tried to pretend her breasts weren’t bared for the world to see. Each time she attempted to cover them her hands were slapped away.“Careful, blondie, you’re asking to be spanked,” someone called.She gritted her teeth and tried to pretend she was elsewhere, though it was so hard.Eventually a price was settled on with Fayed and her so-called rescuer turned his back, leaving her to her fate. It seemed the porcine bidder had won and she was taken to his litter by one of his male slaves. The latter dug his nails into the skin of her arms and hissed something in a language she didn’t understand. At l
Miriam lay wakeful beside her husband contemplating their future. King Harald was out of the way at last. Surely the next monarch would not have such power and influence, or had she misread the situation? Of course, returning to Eggsor was unthinkable until Beyla was restored to them.It had been a whole month now and no word from Tyr.Philip had been buried with Daphne, as was fitting, and King Hubert seemed to be coming round to the idea of an heir other than her young daughter. Simon was a lot older and yet he seemed to have the good of the realm at heart. Being born illegitimate sometimes made children more moral than those conceived under conventional constraints.So, all things being equal, they could return as a family to Eggsor and remain there in relative obscurity as far as the land of her birth was concerned.Miriam crossed herself. She hoped she wasn’t tempting Fate.“Atoning for another sin?”Ketil’s deep voice made her jump.“Certainly not,” she replied, making him chuck
Beyla knew there was only one thing saving her from being sampled by her new owner: her virginity. It wasn’t a disappointment to her. The attitude of the other slaves was a trial but she wouldn’t lower herself to their level. Meanness only made people unhappy.For some reason she thought of Inga.Liv was so different. She missed the woman she’d happened upon so timely that day. They had started a tentative friendship. If she ever returned home – wherever that was – Beyla vowed to keep her as her handmaid, permanently.Something was different today. There was an air of suppressed excitement in the atmosphere. When they took her to bathe for the second time, she wondered if the dreaded auction had been brought forward.Netta eventually spilled the beans.“There’s a private buyer expressed an interest in purchasing you,” she said. “They say he’s very handsome and young, as well.”“Ouch,” she protested, as the attendant’s constant scrubbing broke skin.“Sorry,” the girl said. Beyla knew i
It was Kaan who stood there, an imposing figure in his long robe. The fact that his curved scimitar was exposed was not lost on either Beyla or her tormentor.“What is the meaning of this intrusion?”The bluster cut no ice with the Emperor of the Desert.“This farce has gone far enough,” he said.Beyla’s head was whirling. Had he sold her, or not?“Please, help me,” she begged, just to be on the safe side.“Has he hurt you, little one?”“No, but he was going to make me do humiliating things,” she said, trying her best to cover her body.If only she had more than one pair of hands!“Come here, Beyla. The sale’s off,” he said to the bewildered would-be purchaser.“By whose authority?”When he gave his full name and title the man in question beat a hasty retreat.“I’m not going anywhere with you,” she dared, backing away.Just then, there was a commotion further down the passage. When the door burst open to reveal a stocky man with ice-blue eyes, Beyla believed she was dreaming.“What’s
When Miriam sought an audience with the King, Ruth was already prostrated before him. She didn’t have to cudgel her brains too hard to work out the reason why. Her own mission was on similar lines, but she wasn’t about to cut in given the impressive nature of this heartfelt plea.She felt pleased, too, that Jenna had sought to inform her in advance of her fellow housekeeper’s plan, even if Ketil had grumbled about the intrusion into their personal time.King Hubert’s face was impassive, though she thought she saw a softening as he looked down at the housekeeper. Her hard work was a byword, she had never given a moment’s trouble and it wasn’t as if her husband’s fatal attack on the Prince was unprovoked.“Get up, Mistress Olafsson,” he said, after a time. “I am sure those flagstones are cold and uncomfortable.”“I care naught for that, Your Majesty,” she replied.“Then I fear I must make it a command,” he told her, beckoning to Miriam with a crook of his fingers.For some reason she th
Two whole days had passed and she was eager to be going home. Her mother had grilled her thoroughly about her ordeal and Beyla had been keen to emphasise that perhaps Kaan hadn’t done too much wrong. That had led Aunt Astrid to let out an oath and pretend to look out of the window slit.“I don’t have a silly crush on him,” she said. “He’s not my type.”That was when she realised there was someone behind her and she whirled, only to find herself wrapped in her father’s welcome embrace.“Our child has become a woman without us noticing, Miriam.”“You, maybe. I knew a while ago,” her lady mother retorted.As usual, she didn’t understand the wordless look which passed between them and heated those plumper than ever cheeks. Would she gain weight when she reached that ripe old age? Hopefully not. Njord would have nothing to do with her then. He might even fall out of love with her.She was seeing him later by the stables, though no-one knew. How they felt about each other was scarcely a sec
The day started out poorly and soon deteriorated with one exception. Miriam had begun to pack her things together but the idea was unappealing somehow. She felt restless and desired to be outdoors. Something was telling her there was a price still to be paid. Happiness was always costly in one way or another.Reassuring herself that Ketil was still on the mend brought its own unlooked for rewards and she lost herself in the bliss of their lovemaking for a while. Even so, she was on high alert like a mother hen for her chicks when the fox came to the henhouse. The notion that it was already here, once lodged in her head, would not go away.Was Beyla still under threat? Surely not Tyr? Could there be trouble back home in Eggsor? Magnus would have sent word if so and she didn’t mean the new King of Svedland.Considering Celia, who was seldom far from her thoughts if truth be known, Miriam realised how little she knew about her future daughter-in-law. Her first-born son loved her wholehea