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Chapter Fifty-Seven
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The Bartered Princess Chapter Fifty-Eight
Tyr was back. It conflicted her, making Beyla wish they were children again. She really didn’t want to go to Vercia, still less think about him and Liv. His own marriage was more imminent than she had realised. Why was she so often left out of the loop?Would the girl from elsewhere in Svedland tolerate him sleeping with another? she wondered. As far as she knew her father was faithful to her mother. She really couldn’t understand why given how difficult she was.They were leaving on the morrow. Beyla tried not to think about how long it would take for the karve to cross the sea lanes. The barbette felt like her own personal curse, even though she was aware that wasn’t the case. If that wasn’t bad enough there was rouge and white face powder to contend with once they arrived. Her sunburned face was unfashionable and it had been drilled into her she must make a good first impression at all costs.Why couldn’t she just be herself?There was a celebration planned for later. She supposed
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Beyla watched her father kissing her mother in what seemed to her a very long and drawn out farewell. It was as if he would never let her go. She averted her face, refusing to look for Njord. What would be the point?He’d followed her back to the feasting and it seemed as if he wanted to ask her something. She did her best to avoid him until the very end, knowing it could come to nothing.That was when she had learned the shocking truth. Njord was the only one, ever, to be truly honest with her. Her close family often left many things unsaid.“If you didn’t have to follow the King’s orders, would you consider me a suitable husband?” he asked.Her mouth fell open in shock.“King Harald wishes this? Oh, why does nobody ever tell me anything?” she cried, pulling at the roots of her hair.“I thought you knew.”“Thank you for being the one to open my eyes. That explains why my mother and father blow hot and cold about the arrangement.”“Answer me, Beyla,” he urged, crowding her now.At lea
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The diadem on top of the coffin was there for show. Beyla supposed it belonged to her mother now and yet she just knew it would end up on her head. At least she could be proud to wear it having gleaned that her other aunt was not as black as she was sometimes painted.Miriam had broken down, devastated, as if she were only now realising it was true. Had she suspected otherwise?“I don’t want to lose you too, Beyla,” she sobbed.That was when she realised how well her father knew his wife.She sighed. It was probably not going to be like that between her and Philip. Having met him now she simply found him weird, even though he wasn’t all that much older than herself. He had a beard of sorts, straggly and sparse, and she suspected a dye was involved. Surely hair that golden in hue wasn’t naturally occurring in any part of the known world? His eyes were a mixture of brown and green and always speculative when they looked at her.Did he find her wanting or something?Sigurd, her father’s
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Njord was in a really bad mood. It had nothing to do with the choppy sea lanes and everything to do with a certain fair-haired nymph. His impulse to follow her was making him a laughingstock yet he cared nothing for that. Until he was absolutely certain this was the right thing for her he was going nowhere. It had nothing to do with her father, the Jarl, a man he respected. Feelings as strong as this could not be set aside lightly.If she told him to his face she wanted this that would be a different thing. All his instincts said she was a pawn to be tossed like a bone to a hound. Unfortunately, the man pulling the strings had all the power. Uncle Ketil didn’t care for their ruler, he knew that much. Telling himself he was on a family mission did nothing to alleviate his concern.Har was trying to catch his eye. More ribbing awaited. Usually, he could take it and give as good as he got. Not today. It wasn’t as if he could pretend to be seasick as everyone knew how good a sailor he was
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Miriam clutched at her chest, almost overbalancing. She was down in the cellar with Ruth, checking on the severely depleted stocks, and it gave her quite a turn to hear her daughter’s desperate cry for help.What was going on?“Are you all right, my lady?”She peered up at the auburn-haired woman, who was now Sigurd’s wife, wondering anew why she herself was so small.“Heartburn,” she lied. “It’s rarely been as bad as this.”Ruth tutted. “I didn’t realise you suffered so.”“In truth, I don’t. Lately, I – ”“Maybe a herbal tea will help,” her sister’s former maid interrupted. “No doubt Jenna can advise.”“A pity she never had children,” Miriam commented, partly to distract Ruth.“God has blessed her in other ways,” the woman said. Her piety was a byword. Strange how she had done little to change Sigurd, only tame him perhaps. He was a man settled to marriage and his role in Vercia.At least there was someone she could rely on. Hubert was not to be trusted. She felt it in her bones. Phi
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Beyla was astonished to find she was seething rather than frightened when hands were laid on her high-born, soon to be royal, personage. The horse she had rather liked was sent on its way with a whack to the rump, though she was relieved to find no caves were in sight. “You are making a grave mistake,” she declared, refusing to play the victim from the outset. While she had never had any desire to be a warrior woman, Beyla felt she owed it to her family to return to them unscathed. If that meant presenting a bold front then she would do her best to promote and sustain that impression. “This one should fetch a king’s ransom. What d’you reckon, Sammy?” her captor said, forcing open her mouth and inspecting her teeth for some reason known only to himself. He was old – at least fifty – and his bald pate was covered in several bumps which complemented the pockmarks on his ruddy cheeks. “I think we should keep her as a skivvy, Tom,” his companion remarked with a leer. Though younger, b
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Miriam was having a spiritual – hopefully more than imaginary – conversation with her late sister. Daphne was contributing in a halting way, which led her to believe that she really had passed. You never could tell with her sister.Ketil had agreed with her it might be some sort of ploy but was duty bound to meet King Harald.Her sister seemed to imply Hubert could be trusted, even though he had his own agenda. That was certainly enlightening.Something she had always wondered about was certainly hinted at. Daphne had started to resent her younger sister. While it might have been King Gregory’s idea to deprive her of the gowns and jewels, the Princess Royal had certainly flaunted them. It was a matter he seemed to have forgotten all about the day he came and told her about the Masked King’s intended courtship of her. Another lie; even if it had been forced upon him, she could never allow herself to forgive her father for that.And Sigurd. Out of the blue came a confession which warmed
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Beyla was unsure why his father had kept her away from her betrothed, only that he had. Was there a problem regarding their impending matrimony? She really hoped not. Philip was someone she found easy to talk to and, like her, he was only a pawn in the politics of others.Wedding him would be no hardship. She began to wonder if King Hubert believed she was no longer pure. Submitting to a physical examination would be humiliating, especially since there was really no need.An unexpected ally came in the form of her mother. Miriam could be fierce when something was important to her.“Can Beyla not swear on the Holy Bible, Your Majesty?”“Is she a baptised Christian?”“No, but the opportunity never arose.”In the end, Mistress Ford was agreed upon. The years had been kind to the older woman she remembered only vaguely from her time at the palace. Beyla forbore to protest, and Miriam realised she had come round to the idea of this marriage.King Hubert cleared his throat while they waited
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So this was how her last night with Ketil was going to be spent, with them both miserable and not even a loving kiss to temper her heartache. There was no going back now. In true Norse fashion she really had burned her boats. Miriam turned over, hugging the pillow. Once she had taken such a thing for granted. Yet the time spent without one had been so much more – enlightening. “Please say you will come for a visit when the snows melt.” “No.” It was an unfamiliar growl. “Ketil, this is hard enough without you behaving like this.” “Did your vows mean so little, Miriam?” That stung. “You know how to wound.” She wiped away a stray tear, determined to show no weakness. Her resolve was already crumbling, but he wasn’t to know that. “Go to sleep,” he said. “You will need all your strength tomorrow.” Something in his voice set her wondering. Miriam supposed she was merely clutching at straws. “You do not command me,” she told him, her eyes wide open. Moving onto her back in a huff
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It was the hardest conversation yet but somehow she came through it, feeling virtuous and heartsick at the same time.“You know I am right, Ketil,” she said. “I was born to do this.”She could tell he didn’t like it.“Why now, Miriam?” he ground out. “Do you tire of me and wish for another? That noble husband I once promised to help you find.”“No, my love. There has only ever been you and I wish for no other. But King Hubert is losing public opinion. The people want a Feltspar. I owe it to Queen Eleanor.”“Well, that’s something at least,” he grumbled. “No debt of gratitude is owed to King Gregory, by any of us.”“I have to set right some of the wrongs he did. For her sake.”“You may think that, but I’m not so sure the King would welcome interference.”“He has already stated his approval.”“You sounded him out first? Miriam, sometimes I could strangle you.”“I – I didn’t want you to change my mind for me before I told him of my proposal,” she faltered, hating the fact that the old st
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The fight was already under way when the two of them emerged into the light. Something was off about her husband’s stance and yet he was more than holding his own against a man who had spent his life pampered and indulged. It almost seemed as if Ketil were toying with him. That couldn’t be right. This was important.“Aunt Astrid’s brilliant, isn’t she? Better than half the men.”Trust Tyr to decipher what she could not. And where then was he, the love of her life? Not with Ragnar, who was giving a slow handclap. The gloves were new and she guessed he was becoming self-conscious about his deformity these days.Miriam held up her hand and asked for them to cease their duel.“There is no need now Tyr is free.”Expecting her cousin to back her, she was surprised to hear him say, “This matter needs to be put before the court.”She supposed it was only right that justice be served.“Will this take long? If a jury is to be sought then it could take weeks and we need to set sail for home befo
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It was so much colder down in the dungeon. Miriam was concentrating so hard on not falling off the steps – the rope handrails had long since rotted away – that some of the fear for her first-born went unexamined. She longed for Ketil to scoop her up in his arms and carry her, even though she knew it would not be seemly. Even in the royal court long ago he had afforded her the dignity of walking.What had Mistress Ford said? Things were not as black as she had foreseen. Then why had Beyla experienced false pain? They had always been a close family. Her own legs were trembling and one look at her husband’s set face had shown her he was not himself.“What’s happening? I got here as soon as I could.”Sigurd. Just hearing his voice brought her a measure of relief. They had shared so much that was bad in the past. Surely she could come through this, as well?“It’s the King,” Njord told him. “It appears he has gone mad.”Thank God for that sensible, calm and competent young man. Whatever his
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When they reached the palace as quickly as it was possible to do, Beyla feared that Njord would tell her to go to her room and bar herself in, admitting no-one. Instead he sought out her father with her in tow only for them to receive the worst kind of news. It seemed her brother was missing.The last possible sighting appeared to have been of him heading towards the edge of the cliff.“Tyr wouldn’t jump,” she said. “Not even if a thousand Celias changed their mind about marrying him.”“It was her family who objected to the match,” the Jarl corrected. “I thought all such prejudice was over and done with. Apparently not.”“Can you be certain it was him? I mean, Tyr’s a skilful climber. He might just have wanted some breathing space.”“That’s just it, Njord. One moment he was there, a speck on the horizon, the next he had vanished. I – I fear the worst.”Impulsively, Beyla hugged her mother. “If anything had happened to him, we would know.” She put a hand to her chest. “In here.”The ha
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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
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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
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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
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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
