The Pirate Bride Part 24

"I thought I was known as 'The Great' in your sagas," his father snickered.

"Ah, I meant no offense, Tykir. Let me start over."

"This is the saga of Thork the Great, son of Tykir the Greater."

Thork and his father both rolled their eyes, which didn't slow Bolthor down at all.

"Viking men are sometimes wild Causing mischief since a child.

Thork was the worst of all, Never walking away from a brawl.

Wenching, pirating, guzzling ale, Thork did all with a l.u.s.ty hail.

Never mind his mother's tears.

Never mind his father's sneers.

But then a pirate lady did come Plucked the rascal away like a juicy plum.

But the plum was tart, And capturing him proved not very smart.

Because now the Viking had the pirate's heart.

Or mayhap that is wrong.

Mayhap we should sing another song.

What if the Viking is now lost In the love skeins by a pirate tossed?"

Silence met Bolthor's saga. Then one by one everyone turned to look at Thork and Medana.

Thork turned on his heels before anyone could ask questions or make mock of him. He did hear his brothers' laughter following him, and his father said, "What can you expect from a wild child?"

Chapter Nineteen.

A man can't control where his eyes wander . . .

Two days Thork's family had been on the island of Thrudr, and they showed no signs of leaving anytime soon.

Medana chastised herself for meanspiritedness. Truly, they were a nice family, even the bl.u.s.tering Tykir, and the three handsome brothers had dozens of her f.e.c.kless women all atwitter, but Medana had to think beyond the imminent departure of these most unusual visitors and the men they'd captured. Most of all, she had to make plans for Thrudr . . . how to protect it from invaders, a.s.suming the women would be vulnerable now that their secret was out, or might leak out any day now.

She was walking with Alinor now-that's how the lady asked to be called-showing her the various industries carried on by the women. They had just left the weaving shed.

"I am going to send you one of my prize curly-haired rams and several good ewes. I mean no insult, but you need to breed a better quality sheep, Medana, if you want to make better quality wool. What you have now may suffice for your own clothing needs, but for trade, merchants demand the best."

Alinor was right. They did get low prices for their wool fabrics. Improving their stock had been on her list for years now, but always something more important took precedence.

"You have already promised to send some of the far-famed mead and timekeeping candles made by your sister-by-marriage Lady Eadyth. I cannot continue to accept so many gifts when I . . . when I . . ."

"Captured my son?" Alinor finished for her with a grin.

"Yea."

"But it was my understanding you were not personally to blame for the, um, crime."

" 'Tis true, but a leader is responsible for those under her."

Alinor nodded her head in agreement. "I must tell you that I am very impressed with the community here at Thrudr, and I want to do everything in my power to make it continue to thrive. Women must help each other." She put up a halting hand when Medana was about to speak. "I know you are worried about your secret location being made known to one and all, but, really, you just need to rethink how you operate. Arm yourselves better . . . from the outside. Establish better security on Small Island and at the tunnel entrance."

"And how would we do that?" Alinor had been told the history of Thrudr. Surely, she understood the problems.

"Men," Alinor answered. "You need men on the island."

Medana rolled her eyes. "That is where our problems began. The women captured your son and his comrades."

"Ah, but that was different. They were looking for men to give them children and naught else. Not men to populate your island permanently."

Medana felt her face color at Alinor's bluntness.

"We will address that later. Speaking as a mother, I would not be happy if I knew that I had grandchildren that I would ne'er get to know. While many men have no qualms about where they spill their seed, in a good family, a good man takes responsibility for his actions."

Medana had to commend Alinor for raising her sons with such principles. Alinor's appearance was unremarkable. She was not a beautiful woman in the traditional sense, not with her wildly curly, bright red hair, dusted with silver threads denoting her age of close to fifty years, and big, rust-colored freckles that covered almost every surface of her body. Tykir, on the other hand, was a very handsome man, even at his age, with mostly gray, dark blond hair. He was the type of man that women would have salivated over when he was young, even if he'd had no social status or wealth.

"How did you meet your husband?" Medana asked. "Oh, I am sorry. I did not mean to ask such a personal question."

Alinor laughed. "Believe me, I get asked that question a lot. And the story is worth relating, over and over. When the Norse king's manpart took a right turn, halfway down, he was convinced that I, a witch, had put a spell on it. So he sent Tykir to my home in Northumbria to bring me back to the Norselands to correct his crooked c.o.c.k. I did not go willingly."

Medana blinked with incredulity at the astonis.h.i.+ng woman. "And did you? Straighten it out?"

"Good heavens, nay! Tykir did capture me, and we did go back to the Norse court, but I am not a witch. In the end, the overused manpart corrected itself."

Medana shook her head to clear it of all the additional questions Alinor's vague answer had raised. Like, had Alinor been Tykir's captive, and yet fallen in love with her captor? Nay, that was a question best left unspoken . . . and too similar to her own situation. They had come to the side garth of one of the longhouses where soap was being made today . . . the special scented soaps that Elida was noted for. The air was filled with the pleasant aroma of roses, lavender, honey, and evergreen. Alinor picked up several of the drying squares and sniffed. Smiling, she asked if she could take a sample of each back with her to Dragonstead. "Eadyth would be interested in your honey soaps. Where do you get your honey, by the by?"

"In the markets, or"-Medana felt herself blus.h.i.+ng again-"on pirate ventures. We manage to harvest some wild honey on Thrudr, but not enough for all our purposes."

Alinor smiled, seemingly not shocked by female pirating.

What an unusual lady!

"When I send you the ram and sheep, I will have Eadyth send some beehives and crates of bees to start you off on your own enterprise. In fact, I can guarantee that Eadyth will want to come herself . . . to offer her a.s.sistance, but out of curiosity as well."

They were walking now back toward the larger of the longhouses where the evening meal would soon be served. The men, Tykir included, slept up at the hunters' hut, but they all a.s.sembled down here when breaking fast. Tonight they would be serving a special feast since an exceptionally large wild boar had been killed and had been roasting all day in a fire pit.

"Even if what you say is true about men here on Thrudr," Medana said, resuming their earlier conversation, "that would not solve all our problems. As you know, I killed the man my brothers betrothed me to. I took the longs.h.i.+p that would have been my bride-gift. My brothers cannot gain owners.h.i.+p of the small estate left me by my mother unless I am dead, or married to a spouse of their choice who would give it to them."

"First things first, dearling." Alinor patted her on the sleeve of her tunic. "You had just cause to strike out at that evil Ulfr. His reputation was well-known in some parts. Even after ten years, you could probably find women or servants who suffered his perversions."

"Hmpfh! There are several here on the island."

"You need to go back to King Harald's court and ask for a hearing to be held at the next Althing. In fact, one is scheduled for next month in Vestfold, I think."

"Nay, nay, nay! My brothers and Ulfr's family and friends at court would testify against me."

"Medana, Haakon was king back then. He is dead now."

"Still the same royal family."

"You have powerful people at your back now, Medana. Not just my son Thork, but my husband, other high jarls in the Norselands who would do Tykir's bidding in a trice, even Tykir's brother Eirik, who is a Saxon ealdorman."

"That is all well and good, but-"

"And here's a fact you might not know. King Harald and my husband are cousins. Tykir's father, Thork, and Eric Bloodaxe, once king of Northumbria, were half brothers. Oh, Thork was illegitimate, but that is of no matter, the blood tie is still there. Harald Greycloak is one of Eric Bloodaxe's many sons."

Medana was shocked. Thork was of royal blood, even if from the wrong side of the blanket.

But Alinor was still talking. "My husband was a noted warrior at one time and he has told me numerous times that the best strategy is to be the aggressor, not to wait for your enemy to attack."

Tears welled in Medana's eyes, not because she believed anything could be done for her, but because so many would be willing to try.

Just then, they came upon Thork and his father and three brothers, who were helping Solveig with the new longs.h.i.+p, which was already framed out. In just one day, they'd accomplished more than the women had in the past few years. Of course, there were many women standing about who had duties elsewhere. They were trying to get the attention of the bare-chested men, none of them having given up on the man seed business yet.

Tykir walked over and kissed his wife on the cheek. Thork tried to do the same to Medana, but she turned her head away, hissing, "Behave, you oaf!"

"You forgot odious."

"What are you blathering about?"

"Odious oaf. Remember?" He winked at her.

She tried her best not to look at him, to notice the vast amount of exposed skin, every bit of which she had touched with pleasure. Not that she was recalling that.

"Alinor, dost know that Thork does not intend to leave with us?" Tykir said to his wife.

Alinor raised a brow at Thork.

"Father mentioned possibly leaving Thrudr tonight and setting sail from Small Island on the morrow. I am not ready to leave yet, nor is Henry. The others will go with you to Hedeby and you can send my longs.h.i.+p back here, a.s.suming that my men are still there."

His longs.h.i.+p? More men? Nay, nay, nay!

"I know why Henry wants to stay, but why you?" Alinor asked.

"I would think you would be anxious to return to your wild ways," his father added, his eyes twinkling with some mischief.

"I already told you that I have reformed and that I was on my way back to Dragonstead when I was captured by Medana."

"Not by me. By my women," she corrected.

Thork waved a hand airily at the distinction.

"If you were on your way to Dragonstead, why not return there with us?" His mother's brow furrowed with confusion.

"Because I have matters yet unsettled here."

"What matters?" his father asked with exasperation. "Your mother is already planning a return trip to Thrudr with her b.l.o.o.d.y d.a.m.n sheep."

Alinor cut her husband with a glare.

"With her pretty d.a.m.n sheep," Tykir amended.

"You cannot stay here," Medana told Thork.

"Why not?"

"Because you . . ." She realized that he was just waiting for her to give him an opening about the possible pregnancy. "Because you must go to Hedeby and complete your betrothal to the fair Berla, daughter of Jarl Ingolf Bersson."

"You are promised?" His mother clapped her hands with joy.

"To Bersson's daughter?" his father exclaimed at the same time.

"Promised to be promised," Thork told them, "but I have changed my mind." He smiled at Medana.

"Oh G.o.ds, now I will have Bersson coming to Dragonstead demanding you honor your agreement," Tykir said.

"Nay, you will not. I did not agree to a formal betrothal. I was waiting for your approval."

"I approve," his father said quickly.

"I do not," his mother added. "Do you love Berla?"

"Of course not."

His mother rolled her eyes. "Dumb as dirt my sons are."

"Hey, what did I do?" his three brothers asked.

"Why does he say 'of course not'?" Tykir asked Alinor, as if Thork were not just standing there like a grinning stump.

Alinor shrugged. "I want a love match for my firstborn," she said.

Thork groaned.

Thork should not be groaning. He was the one who had started this conversation. Well, not about Berla, but about his staying on Thrudr.