Demands and Surprises

Kattegat

Soren looked like a man. Surely, it hasn’t been that long, Jark Erick wondered as his eyes rested on his son while he stood among the people waiting for the ships to dock. He smiled. “Father! Welcome home,” Soren shouted.

“I am glad to be back!”

He saw his wives and other children. His face glowed. He could only imagine what they had gone through but was glad he had a family to return to. Warrick approached, “Looks like we are here.”

“Yes. This is my home. It will be some time before we return to England.”

“I understand.”

“Sorry about Alvis. I do not know how he became ill.”

“I am as well.”

One of the oarsmen found Alvis lying stiff the next morning on their journey back. They decided to give his body to the sea. Sad as it was, Alvis did not have a family to return to. Both parents had died and he had no wife or children.

Once the men left the ships. Warrick saw Erick hug his wives. He couldn’t help but steal a glance at his younger wife. She was beautiful and shapely. Erick introduced his family to Warrick. Freya stared at the strapping young man, “So, you have made a Saxon friend and brought him home. What are we to do with him?” she asked her husband.

“He’ll be no trouble. We’ll return to England in the Spring.”

She smiled, “All of us?”

“Yes, my love. All of us. We have land. It will be our new home.”

Soren made a face, “What if I do not wish to go? This is my home.”

He nodded, “Well then son, you are welcome to stay here and run things. I trust you will do an amazing job.”

Soren smiled, “I will Father.”

They went to the hall to eat and later, Erick walked Warrick to a room not far from where the hall was, “It’s not as fine as the things back in England.”

Warrick smiled, “It’s perfectly fine. I thank you, Jarl Erick.”

He nodded and left Warrick to get settled in what would be his new home for several months. Warrick pulled a note out of his pocket. It was the note King Knud had given to Alvis. “Njord knows where to find Jarl Sigurd’s mother. When you return to England bring her to me.”

He sighed. The plan was to kill Jarl Erick and his men upon returning to Kattergat. But there were no signs of King Knud’s men. The ones he expected to find were all slain. There he was in a distant land. It was cold, way colder than England.

Before he could ponder any longer, he heard a knock. He went to the door, his hand pulled the handle and to his surprise, he saw a lovely face, “You’re the Lady Emma.”

She was holding some blankets, “Jarl Erick sent me. He said you may need a few things. He wants you to feel welcome.”

He couldn’t help but grin, “This is most welcoming. I am surprised.”

“My husband likes you. Tell me,” she said as she placed the blankets on a chair and turned to him, “how did you learn our language so well?”

“I am an exceptional student. I consume myself with things I find interesting.”

She smiled and ran her fingers through her long hair, “Do you find me interesting?”

“I do not know if this is a test. I should tell you to leave. I wouldn’t want to offend your husband. He has been kind.”

She peeled off her dress and stood before him naked, “My husband has two wives. He’s busy with the other. This is no test. I am sure he’ll invite you to his other wife in time. We have a special relationship.”

He nodded, “I see. We do not do such things where I come from.”

She giggled, “Oh I’m sure they do. No one speaks of it. I am cold, Warrick. Please make me warm.”

He hurried to her and began kissing her mouth. He paused, “What if?”

“I am already with my husband’s child. Do not worry.”

He lifted her and placed her on the bed. He fished his cock out and pressed his way inside, “Ahhhh, yes,” he moaned. It had been too long since he felt the warmth of a woman.

“Oh my, Warrick,” she moaned.

He went deeper with each stroke, rocking her body until they melted. He stared down at her, her eyes sparkled. He kissed her again and slowly he started rolling his hips. They stayed that way for several minutes until he felt her shudder and cry out.

He rolled off to her right panting, “That was amazing.”

She touched his chest, “What is England like?”

Warrick took a deep breath, “It’s an amazing place. The land is beautiful covered with trees. There are rolling hills, castles, villages with fine people who make ale and cook a mean stew.”

He went on for an hour or so telling her stories about growing up in England. After that, she rose, got dressed, and whipped her hair into a bun, “I shall see you again tomorrow night.”

He nodded, The door closed. He was still in a daze. He stared at the ceiling. As much as he wanted to abandon his plan, he could not. King Knud promised him so much gold that he would be able to bathe in it. All he had to do was recruit men to return to England to fight.

****

Wessex

Days went by, he was alone in the simple cottage that doubled as his art studio. He had not left the home in days. There was scruff on his chin, and he wore plain beige pants with an oversized white shirt. He stood in front of a painting. He smiled. It was how he saw her. She was fierce as a strong wind, yet as calming as a babbling brook.

The door opened; he turned and saw him, “Your Majesty. I wasn’t expecting—”

The king stared at him, “I had not seen you around the court in days since Michael left for his honeymoon. I wanted to contact you, but suddenly he was distracted by the painting, "Its her..isn’t it?”

He dropped his head.

The King grinned, “Do not tell me you have a thing—”

“No. Not at all. I am simply fond of her. She is intriguing.”

He nodded, “I understand being intrigued. I was your age once. However, those are stories for a late night and many cups of ale or wine. Perhaps both.”

Darcy smiled, “Are you thinking of another self-portrait?”

He pondered, “I can never have too many, but I would like you to do a portrait of the lady of Merica as a gift to Lord James.”

Darcy nodded slowly, “I can do that.”

“I need it to be radiant. I want you to capture her true essence and beauty.”

“Yes. I will do it.”

“Thank you, Darcy. I hope I can get it in a day or so?”

“Of course.”

After the King left, Darcy set up another easel and canvas and began working on a portrait of Lady Godgifu.

*****

King Edwin left feeling great. A portrait of Lady Godgifu would be delightful. It wasn’t a gift for Lord James. It was a gift for himself. He would place it in his private home where he enjoyed time away from the castle.

He strolled blissfully down the halls of the royal castle. He headed to his office. When the door opened, he saw his daughter sitting at his desk, “Agnes, and to what do I owe this delightful pleasure?” he asked as he strolled to the desk.

She stood to kiss his cheek, “I have an idea,” she said smiling.

His eyebrow lifted, “Idea? Concerning?”

“I know who I want to marry.”

He waited eagerly for something sensible to escape her lips but when she said, “Prince Liam,” he nearly came out of his skin.

“He’s marrying in two days.”

“I know but what if he didn’t marry her?”

He huffed, “I do not see any reason he would change his mind. He adores her. And when a man loves a woman like that…you will not be able to win his heart.”

“You said yourself, you and Mother did not like each other at first. Please father.”

“What would you have me do?”

She folded her arms, “I know you would get rid of her for your whore.”

His insides began to boil.

“Does mother know you are so fond of the Lady of Mercia? I heard you two the other day during Michael’s reception.”

He smirked, “I see.”

“So, father—”

He snatched so hard her crown fell off, “You listen to me, girl. I love you with every fiber of my being but make no mistake, I am your king and if you do not think that I am as vicious as I am kind, I would like for you to think again.” He released her.

She was in tears, “I am sorry,” she said.

“Pick up your crown and leave my office.”

She bent, grabbed her crown, and quickly left his office. He blew out a puff of air, “That damn girl.”

****

East Anglia

The settlement was coming along. The people worked tirelessly to build homes for themselves and their families. Jarl Sigurd sat at a table with his sister. They were discussing the possibility of their mother being alive. Ida touched her belly, “It would be nice to see her again. It has been so long.”

He smiled, “It would be nice to see her and we will.”

Armod walked up with Mary. They greeted them and sat down to eat some bread and meat. Sigurd smiled, “You look so happy Mary.”

“I am. The seer told me that I am to have a child,” she kissed Armod’s cheek.

Sigurd remembered his wife. He stood, “excuse me,” he said before leaving. He went for a walk. The fresh air was nice. He found himself near a creek. He bent over to retrieve some water. He heard sounds. Sounds of pleasure. He investigated and saw two people enjoying a sweet moment.

“Oh yes! My prince, That’s it!”

“Asta,” he moaned, “I think I love you,” he admitted.

She smiled, “You’re crazy Prince Joseph.”

“Crazy for you,” he said.

Sigurd went back to the creek. Later, Asta came to wash and she saw him, “Jarl Sigurd, good day to you.”

He smiled, “So, you are involved with the Prince of East Anglia?”

“You heard us?”

He chuckled, “It’s good to be young and free. Just guard your heart.”

She nodded, “I will do that. Thank you.”

He watched as he walked off. He went back to thinking of home. His wife. Is she gone? He wondered. He felt hands caress his back. She kissed his neck. He turned and smiled, “Hello there.”

She smiled, “Last night you were incredible. Powerful.”

“You like it that way.”

Her cheeks flushed red, “I do. Yet…I can’t help but think that you were thinking of her.”

He sighed, “What do you want from me?”

She shook her head, “Only what you can give. I know we are not destined to be. I am just happy to enjoy you for a time.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I will not be hurt. I know exactly what will happen. And she does too. She has remarkable gifts. Powerful beyond anything I’ve encountered. She can see things; she can heal. She can cast spells and so much more.”

Sigurd laughed, “You expect me to believe that?”

“Your foot. You would still be hobbling around if she had not touched you.”

He gulped, “She is marrying the Prince. Honestly, I see him as a friend. I do not want to come between their love.”

“You won’t. I will simply be an unfortunate set of circumstances.”

“Meaning?”

She smiled, “He will need you to save her. And you will," she said as she undressed and went to the water, “Come.”

He removed his clothes and joined her.

****

North Umbria.

The little bar bustled. People ate, drank and music played. Prince Liam and Yande entered the place and he spotted Elanor at the bar serving drinks. She waved, “She’s over there,” he said to Yande.

Elanor stepped from behind the bar, “This is the beautiful bride.”

Yande smiled, “Hello, Lady Elanor.”

“Oh, please, just call me Elanor.”

“As you wish, Elanor. You can call me Yande.”

“I wouldn’t dare dream of it, my lady. You are about to become a princess to my brother here.”

Liam smiled, “Elanor saved me the night I rode from East Anglia to summon my father’s army. I do not know what would have become of me.”

Yande smiled, “Thank you.”

“It was my pleasure.”

Henry walked up with a tray of cups filled, “Our finest for the nobles.”

“This is my partner Henry.”

“Hello Henry,” Yande said to him as she took a cup and sipped, “Um, this is good.”

Liam took one and sipped, “Yes, I agree.”

“How are things? Is everything ready for the big day?”

“Yes,” Liam said excitedly, “ and I had some gifts brought around back. I would like for you to attend as my guest. You are welcome to bring a date, “ he said looking at Henry.

“I’ll have to find myself a nice suit.”

“That can be arranged. I’ll have someone send you a suit.”

Henry beamed with joy, “I am truly grateful.”

“It’s nothing," Liam replied as he placed his cup back on the tray, “It’s late and we should get back.”

Just as he said that the bar suddenly went quiet. They turned to see her looking magnificent. It had been a long time since their eyes met. Liam gulped and his heart skipped a beat. Elanor was frozen, “Mother.”

Liam eyes widened, “That is your mother?”

Henry was shocked, “That’s your mother?! You’re a noble?”

Elanor hurried over to her mother and hugged her, “Mother. I had no idea you were coming.”

“Well, it’s been far too long, don’t you think?” she asked. She looked over her daughter and saw him. She flashed a sweet smile.

They walked to where Liam and Yande stood. Elanor introduced her mother to them. When she shook Liam’s hand, he pretended it was their first time meeting. He was relieved. She convinced Liam and Yande to sit for another drink as she picked Yande’s brain about the city in Africa her mother was from.

After Liam and Yande left, Elanor took her mother to the basement where she lived, “What’s the real reason you came back here Mother? I know you.”

She sighed, “I fled.”

“Fled? Why?”

“It seems the Vikings are going everywhere. Your uncle did not survive sadly. Our lands were taken and here I am seeking refuge.”

“I can’t believe it.” She shook her head, “I don’t have much but you are welcome to stay."

Her mother removed her overgarment and walked around the space. She looked at all of Elanor’s concoctions, “Still dabbling with herbs and such.”

She smiled, “Yes. That one there is good for skin conditions. I sold it to a woman with a rash and in hours, her skin was better than before.”

She smiled, “You have a gift, my dear.” She stared at her.

“I have not told Liam or Oswald.”

“Good. Do not. It’s best not to disturb things.”

“I am going to the wedding. Will you go?”

She chuckled, “Oh my. King Oswald may soil his pants if I showed up at the castle. But don’t worry my beautiful daughter, I will see him and he will know of you.”

Elanor smiled.

*****

East Anglia

They were outside enjoying a cup of wine. The night was cool. They spoke of the day. Lord Edgar joked with the prince, “What if you put a baby in her belly?”

“I fear it is a strong possibility. I want to marry her.”

“Marry? That will not happen.”

He shook his head in aggravation, “I know but it is a dream of mine.”

“Dream on brother.”

They heard excitement. They left their spots and went inside. They saw some familiar faces and a couple they had not seen. Joaquin, Samba they knew and there was Aminata, King Tomas, Sade, Oluwa, Sani, Chidi, Kalu, and Adefolake.

Edgar smiled, “Lovely.”

Prince Joseph eyed, “Do not get any idea.”

“I’ll try to behave myself,” he said as he went to introduce himself.

****

North Umbria

Her mind ran wild with questions. From the moment she saw Liam’s reaction to seeing Elanor’s mother, she felt there was more to the story than he or she let on. “Do you still love her?” she asked.

His horse walked slowly next to hers. He looked into her eyes, “Love? Whom?”

“Don’t play games, Liam. I can see that you and Lady Fiona shared something.”

He made a face, “Can you see my past?” he asked jokingly.

“Ha ha, Liam. I can tell. A woman knows.”

He sighed, “She was my first but that was not love. I cared for her in those moments. She taught me a lot.”

Yande blushed, “She did. You must have been a great student.”

He chuckled, “Well, not to brag. She did say I was the best.”

Yande rolled her eyes.

“Are you jealous?”

“Should I be?”

“Not at all. You know who I love.”

Just as they shared a sweet moment, arrows flew between them. They clicked their heels and the horses took off. They heard horses behind them. They cut through the wind swiftly but the men were hot on their trail.

Some cut them off causing them to split up. Liam’s horse was struck with an axe, and the majestic beast fell to the ground. It sent Liam tumbling to the ground. Three men surrounded him, “Where’s the cunt?” one of them asked.

Liam reached for his sword, but they aimed their swords at him, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” He dropped his weapon.

“What do you want?”

“The girl.”

“Why?”

“Just go Prince Liam. Our business is not with you. We only want the girl.”

“I can’t. I won’t.”

He sighed and shook his head, “No matter, she’s probably dead already.”

***

Her heart pounded in her chest. The rush. It had been a long time since she was involved in any action. She looked back and saw the two men not far behind. Once disappeared and reappeared in front. Her horse stopped, “What is the meaning of this?” she asked with authority.

The man grinned, “Someone does not like you very much.”

She kissed her teeth, “You do well to leave me in peace.”

They laughed, “Two of us against a girl.”

“So you want to fight.’

“We weren’t paid to fight you. We were paid to get rid of you. Now come down off your horse so we can get this done. We promise to make it quick.”

She slid down. As soon as they started toward her, her eyes went black and she uttered sounds rapidly. The men stood frozen. Each of their eyes danced side to side, “What is this,” one man asked.

“I cannot move.”

Their eyes started to bleed and their veins turned black and then, their bodies dropped.

Her eyes returned to normal. She looked at the men before turning, hopping on her horse and riding away.

*****

Liam crashed out thinking Yande may have been killed. He kicked one man’s shin so hard, that his leg snapped like a twig. The other men snatched him before he could do any more damage. “You’re lucky someone wants you alive,” said the leader as he shoved Liam.

The other hit him on the head with the butt of his axe. Liam's head started to bleed. They pushed him down. They each lifted their friend and went on their way.

Slowly, Liam sat up. He touched the right side of his head at the hairline. His fingers were bloody. He took a few breaths before standing. He looked around. Trees surrounded him. “YANDE!!!!” he yelled repeatedly.

His feet moved. He walked in every direction and finally fell to the ground tormented, “God, this cannot be. Surely you would not do this to me days before my wedding. Please. I pray that she has not perished.”

He heard something. He stood quickly. He searched and there she was. His heart leaped, “Yande?!”

The horse stopped, he jumped on and they rode home.

*****

They only had a few moments to be alone. No words were spoken as they hid away in their private cabin. They sat in a tub of warm water. He held her in his arms with his eyes caressing her as she moved slightly. She touched his scar. Her lips pressed to his.

This would be the last night they would hide. In a day, they’d be wed and it was a good thing because she knew there was life growing inside her. She smiled. He caressed her back and held her tightly. He felt her heart beating. It was a sweet rhythm. His eyes watered. She lifted his chin, “I am alright, my love.”

He nodded.