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“If it please my lord, my sister is ill,” she blurted, without raising her head.“Silence!” the guard roared.“She will be punished, Your Highness,” Sayed said, saving his own skin.“My men have gone without women for long days and nights. Perhaps she can entertain them.”“No! If it please you, my lord, I will see to their easement.”Miriam had to blink back tears. Astrid didn’t have to do that – unless it was as much for Ketil as it was for her?“I will do it,” said a muffled voice from the corner. “After all, it is my duty.”“You may rise,” the Emir said. His hand strayed to the curved scimitar in the hand of his bodyguard. Was he going to give the order for a beheading? If so, who? All three of them had spoken out of turn.“Please, do not punish others for my error,” she begged.“Look at me, girl.”Miriam forced herself to meet his gaze. His eyes were blue, like the ocean beyond the far mountains. She used to ride there from the age of eleven until she was deprived of that pleasure
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They had been rowing through the night, knowing that there was less chance of being spotted that way. The two men didn’t concern them overmuch but the safety of the women was paramount.“We’re going to need to check Astrid’s impulsive behaviour in future,” Ketil said.“Leave that to me.” Sigurd sounded less than pleased.“Sig, it’s not her fault – what happened.”“She has the instincts of a warrior,” he grumbled.“Maybe it brought her through everything,” Ketil mused.“I’m going to beat her senseless.”“No, you’re not. You wouldn’t.”“Haakon would.”“Let’s not talk about him,” he growled.The sun was starting to peek through the clouds now and he thought about food for the first time in a while. Eels, maybe, or trout.“What will you do when we find them?” It was a valid question to which he had no answer. “You and the Princess, I mean.”“Which one?” he asked, playing for time.“Ketil.”He supposed he deserved that.“Never let her out of my sight again.”“What if she doesn’t want that?
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Miriam heard steady footsteps on the uneven flagstones and tried to pretend she was invisible. If she didn’t move, nobody could see her. It was an old game she had played with her mother and sister. Poor Daphne. She hadn’t stood much of a chance, had she? Curiosity overcame her, especially as the tell-tale creak indicated he had probably seated himself in the wooden chair beside the door. Miriam risked a peek, seeing a cap of blond hair in the style worn by page boys at the palace and a concealing black cloak covered in red fleurs-de-lys. The man did not look out of place in something which reminded her of an instrument of torture, though the long, arched backrest, now largely obscured, resembled the window in a church. It confused her. Though the potion she had taken had helped to calm some of her nerves, it didn’t stop her mind from wandering – and remembering. She must stop that. What was he doing, was he waiting for somebody else? Another man, perhaps. Miriam shivered. She must
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There was always going to be a fight. Just not quite like this. Ketil had his hands full and the Emir of Aden was rushing towards them, his face filled with fury. He knew it was him courtesy of Daphne’s ear-piercing shriek which followed her enlightening use of his title.“He’s a monster, too,” she sobbed.Before he could react, Astrid stuck out her slender foot, tripping the illustrious potentate and urging them to run.Sigurd’s jaw dropped. Understandably, he didn’t move.It was Daphne who snatched the dagger from his belt. Kneeling quickly, she jerked aside the Emir’s headdress and attempted to slit his throat. He did not take kindly to the assault, roaring his disapproval and clutching at a gash in his neck which was releasing blood in a steady stream. It soon became a fountain as the enraged former Princess Royal stabbed him again.His bodyguard was late to the scene. He let out a strangled cry, as Sigurd sprang into action, wrestling the shorter man to the ground and securing hi
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Nothing was ever straightforward with these Feltspars. Making the convincing excuse that they needed to leave the premises and saying he would explain later, he decided a more convincing dynamic would be if Sigurd escorted Astrid and Daphne, one under each mighty arm, and he resumed carrying his lady. It seemed to work. Someone Astrid greeted by name – Tillie – turned a rather obvious blind eye, while a girl she in turn referred to as Pippa looked both awestruck and fascinated.Then they emerged from the dark blue front door into the kind of brilliant sunshine which often followed rain. The man whose cloak he had borrowed was waiting with a cart around the back and it wasn’t long before they were on their way back to Vercia and the village of Capitol.Though Miriam wasn’t asleep now she seemed agitated. Astrid took it upon herself to massage her temples while he did the same for her bare feet. It wasn’t long before the imp in him turned to mischief. Knowing his half-sister had been ra
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The palace had seen better days. Miriam was doing her best to rectify the matter, with the help of Jenna and Ruth who were now in charge of running the household. She was in her element here, doing something for which she had been raised. If not here, then in her husband’s domain, he surmised.Ketil realised he had never asked Magnus why Ruth hadn’t been released in the same way as Jenna. It was probably too late now. If anything, he assumed Daphne had insisted on hanging onto her, quite literally, which probably explained the tear in her kirtle. Newly mended now, of course.The Masked King was still languishing in the dungeons but he could wait. He reckoned it was time for a proper talk with his half-sister, who had started to avoid Sigurd for reasons known only to herself. He caught up with her in the solar, a place he would never have expected to find a woman like Astrid, though the booted feet planted on a chair opposite the bench on which she was sitting said it all.“Idling agai
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Miriam clasped her hands together and tried not to faint. Her plan to matchmake, to retrieve an impossible and intolerable situation, had backfired leaving her desolate and alone. Not quite alone. Sassa was still sitting there, quietly, her sympathy and guilt plain to see.She sat down, toying with the fruit on her plate. If only it were persimmon season. You could obtain almost anything these days but not if it wasn’t even ripening elsewhere. Looking down at her body, she chewed her lip. It was far too early but somehow she knew a change was coming. Once, it would have been a welcome one.“Oh Sassa – I mean, Astrid,” she sighed. “Why did I make it so easy for him to leave me?”“If I know my brother, he does not want to go. This is all my fault. And I’m hurting Sigurd as well. Perhaps I should choose the cloistered life, like your sister.”“You are not to blame. Send for Magnus. Tell him I – I desire to play chess.”The young woman rose with the same rangy grace as her blood relative.
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The Masked King was a shadow of his former self. Someone had beaten him very badly and the ginger hair was matted with blood. The mood Ketil was in he wanted to inflict yet more damage though he restrained himself. How could he put Miriam in an impossible position? If the whoremonger were to die … And yet, it was tempting to ask for answers before he left. For good? To see how well received he might be after so many years, four of them in total. Ketil brushed the unwelcome thoughts aside. Becoming Jarl would make what he really wanted to happen impossible. Or would it? He could always abduct her. Exasperated with himself, not even smiling at the thought of carrying her off, Viking fashion, he kicked the prisoner’s leg. The body rocked and that was all. So he kicked harder, thinking that handfasting was out of the question now, as was a marriage planned to take place on the traditional day to honour Frigg, the wife of Odin. While he reckoned he had already met the bride price there wo
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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
