Harlequin Historical May 2014 - Bundle 1 of 2: Notorious in the West\Yield to the Highlander\Return of the Viking Warrior (54 page)

A frown developed between Rurik's brows. ‘He...he said he was a friend of yours and Valdar's. If I did everything he said, I'd see both of you soon. My mother and my father.'

Kara put a hand over her eyes. She had misjudged Ash. He kept his word. The temptation to tell Rurik up there, when he could not have been sure that they would make it down, must have been immense, but he was allowing her to explain. ‘He is certainly a friend, a true friend, but the man who rescued you is your real father.'

Rurik's bottom lip stuck out. ‘My father is dead. Stop funning, Mor. I am not a baby. Far-far told me never to forget that. My father died in a shipwreck and he is never coming back. I need to be a braver warrior than my father.'

Ash stood frozen. Kara wished that Hring was there so she could wring his neck. Here she thought he had been filling her son's ears with tales of adventure to pass the time, but he had been setting Rurik an impossible task. And he still held the power to hurt Ash after his death.

‘No, sweetheart. Your grandfather was very wrong. We all were. We all thought he was dead, but we were wrong. Your father is alive and a great warrior. See all the men who follow him.'

Over Rurik's head, she looked at Ash. He mouthed ‘thank you.'

‘Did my father leave because he was ashamed of me?' Rurik asked the ground.

‘I am very glad to meet you,' Ash said.

‘Don't you want to greet him? Properly?' Kara asked gently when Rurik refused to lift his head. ‘What is wrong, Rurik? Your father just saved your life.'

‘Did he leave because of me?' he whispered.

‘Who on earth would have told you that?' Kara asked completely perplexed.

‘Virvir.'

‘Who is Virvir? Where is this know-nothing? You have mentioned him several times and I want to see the measure of him!' Ash exploded. ‘You should listen to your mother. She knows better than most that I had no idea about you until I returned to this country.'

Rurik cringed slightly at the strength of his voice.

Ash shifted uncomfortably and wished he'd controlled his temper.

The last thing he wanted was for his son to be frightened of him. He could clearly remember how dreadful it had been to meet his own father. He'd been so excited that he'd wet his trousers and his father had been utterly disgusted. Despite his aunt's soothing words, the memory of his father's fearsome look had haunted him for years, drove him to try things far too soon.

The ache in his left leg reached a fever pitch and he bent down, rubbing it, all the while keeping his gaze on Rurik. The leg had never properly healed since the shipwreck, but the pain in his leg did not compare to the pain in his heart. His son. His son had done something very dangerous and, had he not arrived when he did, the outcome could have been unthinkable. And his son thought that he'd left because of him! The thought beggared belief.

‘You spoke about him up on the roof, Rurik, and now I learn he has been speaking lies,' Ash said in as gentle a manner as he could manage.

‘Virvir is my best friend for ever,' Rurik said, puffing out his chest. ‘He knows everything. Everything. Where to find the best birds' eggs, how to ride a horse bareback and how to lift a sword. He runs faster than the wind and he can ice-skate on the thinnest ice. He isn't a baby like me.'

With a great effort, Ash pushed his temper away. Virvir would be dealt with later. Right now, he wanted to make a proper start with his son. He wanted to clasp the boy to his chest and drink in the fresh clean scent of his skin. It had been a magical but utterly frightening experience rescuing his son. Being able to hold his hand for the first time with the certain knowledge that if he failed to get it right, they would both perish.

‘He doesn't know everything because I am your father. I know why I left.' Ash regarded his son's blue eyes, which reminded him so much of Ash's late mother. ‘I would never have gone if I had known that I had a son, particularly a son who can climb like you do. You are the sort of boy any warrior can be proud of.'

Rurik dipped his head and drew a line in the dirt with his foot. ‘What I did was dangerous. But Virvir called me a baby and a liar. I had to show him.'

‘You're neither. You must know that!' Kara said sharply. ‘Why did you have to prove it to him?'

Ash gave her a warning look. Didn't she understand about little boys? He had done a number of equally dangerous things on a dare. And it was no good talking about how horrible this boy was, Rurik had to be shown the truth. Rurik needed other heroes.

‘Because I did.' Rurik's bottom lip trembled. ‘Because I never get to do anything! I'll never become a warrior if I never test my skill. Far-far made me promise to always test my skills.'

Ash glanced over to where Kara stood, looking completely shocked and drained. It was sheer strength of will that was keeping her upright. He wanted to pick her up and carry her to the bed they used to share and then watch over her until she recovered. He checked his movement. It would be wrong for so many reasons.

From what she had said earlier, he doubted Kara liked Rurik to do much of anything, particularly anything that held a hint of danger.

He had constantly rebelled against the strictures Gudrun had put on him. Kara knew that. She and her mother had bound up his wounds after his mishaps enough times.

Why would Rurik be any different?

The boy needed to be taught how to do things properly. When his father had returned, Ash had finally been allowed to learn things, but Ash intended to be a different sort of father. For Hring, it had all been about being the best warrior and ensuring his son excelled. Ash wanted his son to have the skills to survive should the worst happen.

What Rurik did when he was grown up was up to Rurik, but he would have the skills necessary to make an informed choice. Kara would have to give way on this matter. A boy's training was a father's responsibility.

‘I'm sure your mother means you need to learn the proper time and place to climb. A warrior needs to learn to obey those he serves. And at the moment you serve your mother.'

Rurik's mouth became an O as he digested the piece of information. ‘But she says I'm too young. Always when I ask, she says this. And Gudrun, too. Nobody lets me do anything.'

Ash struggled to keep a straight face. Gudrun he could have predicted, but Kara had always seemed eager for an adventure, or agreeing that he should take a risk. It pained him that she had changed so much. ‘Things will change now that I have returned.'

Rurik's eyes shone. ‘Truly?'

‘You're only six,' Kara said with a no-nonsense tone in her voice. When had Kara developed that tone? ‘How many times do I have to tell you, Rurik—wait until you get older. The time will come.'

‘I want the time now.'

‘Now that I have returned,' Ash said, giving Kara a significant look, ‘I will make sure you learn how to do all the things a warrior needs to know. Like my father taught me.'

He ignored Kara's swift intake of breath. He was willing to give her time to decide about their marriage, but he absolutely refused to compromise on their son.

‘You knew Far-far? We scattered his ashes at the base of the
tuntreet
. I was very big and brave then.'

Ash did not trust his voice for several heartbeats. Big and brave, because he hadn't been there. He had missed out on so many things. Some from necessity, but some from his stubbornness. He could not replace the sands of time, but he could try to be there in the future, for the important events. He swallowed hard and waited until the lump in his throat cleared. ‘He was my father. It is good to know you stood in so well for me. I will visit the
tuntreet
later and you can show me precisely where you poured the ash, if you remember.'

‘I remember.'

He ruffled Rurik's blond hair. ‘Good boy.'

He swore the boy grew several inches in front of him.

‘Ash Hringson, you have returned,' Gudrun said, coming forward, destroying the moment. She'd always had that knack of butting in.

Ash gave a curt nod to Gudrun. ‘Good day to you, Gudrun. It is good to know you were looking after my son with the same zeal you used to look after me.'

Gudrun flushed, but she dropped to a low curtsy, hiding her features. ‘Your lordship...are you real?'

Silently he swore the woman and this Virvir, whom Rurik appeared to idolise, would be gone before nightfall. Changes would have to be made. ‘I had better be or otherwise a ghost rescued my child.'

Two bright spots appeared on Gudrun's cheeks. ‘Of course. My great-nephew had just come to fetch help before you arrived. The young lord had climbed when he shouldn't have and my great-nephew realised the danger. He would have been rescued, but it was good that you arrived when you did.'

Ash schooled his features. Trust Gudrun to tell the tale her way. She always did.

‘Your great-nephew's name wouldn't happen to be Virvir?'

‘That is right, your lordship. He is a strong boy. My sister's son's child. You remember my sister? She used to give you cake.' Gudrun motioned to a sturdy-looking boy with pig-like eyes. Ash knew the type—a bully and a coward, always willing to lead others astray. He had encountered enough of them on his travels. ‘A bright strapping lad he is, too. Not an ounce of trouble in his body. A real credit to your old aunt. He came straight away when he saw Rurik was in trouble.'

Virvir beamed. Ash ground his teeth and retained a narrow lead on his temper.

‘Indeed.'

‘Virvir, see, I made it down and I do have a father,' Rurik called out.

‘I'm sure he never doubted it, your lordship.' Gudrun dropped another curtsy, but not before she gave Virvir a cuff on the ear. ‘If you don't mind me asking, where have you been, your lordship? These past seven years?'

‘He has been in Viken, Gudrun,' Kara said with an edge to her voice. ‘Ash has returned a hero. He was involved in the raid on Lindisfarne which has been on everyone's lips lately. He will tell the tale where everyone can hear so there can be no mistakes or embroidering. I think you had best take Virvir to the kitchen where he can do his job.'

Ash struggled not to smile. Kara obviously had dealings with Gudrun's trade in gossip.

‘Does your uncle know you are home, my lord?' Gudrun asked, stopping in mid-waddle. ‘He will be overjoyed to see you. I can remember how close you once were.'

Close once. Had he been as naïve as Rurik with his hero-worship? He could recall Kara berating him for it. He should have listened, but with a young man's arrogance he'd seized the opportunity to prove his worth with both hands.

Ash inclined his head. ‘My uncle was there when I made my presence known...at the wedding, which was cancelled for obvious reasons.'

‘Mor, you are not marrying Valdar?' Rurik's voice sounded shrill. ‘Why?'

Ash kept his body still and waited. Kara was fully capable of not telling him what she was thinking, but he doubted she would lie to their son. Her cheeks flushed.

‘How can I be when I am married to your father?' Kara's eyes pinned him to the spot.

Their son seemed to accept the statement at face value, but a cold prickle ran down Ash's back.

An answer, but not the emphatic one he desired. Another scrap of comfort, but he wanted more, particularly now that they were back in Jaarlshiem. He would show her that he was the right sort of husband for her and that she should give him a second chance. The key to her was through Rurik. He felt certain of that.

‘I want to have a look around the estate,' he said to prevent the urge to pick Kara up and take her somewhere and seduce her into agreeing. Patience. ‘Perhaps you would care to show me, Rurik, as you have been looking after things in my absence.'

Rurik flushed. ‘It is Mor. Mor runs everything.'

Of course, Kara would. Who else? It was obvious from the state of the outbuildings that the estate prospered. ‘I am sure your mother will allow you to show me. She will have things she wishes to do or she may come with us.'

He waited for Kara to say that she wanted to join them. Absently he rubbed the knot in his left leg. The climb had done more damage than he'd thought it would. It had never been right since that fight with the Ranerike three years previously. Ivar the Scarred had done his best to set the bone, but he was no healer. If he asked Kara to look at it, she might start questioning why he hadn't come home then. The longer he was back here, the more the guilt rose in his throat. Ash attempted to push it away. He could not change the past. The less said, the soonest mended.

‘What do you think, Kara? Is Rurik capable of showing me around the estate? Or he is too young?'

Kara's face was a study in self-control, utterly expressionless except for the firming of her mouth. Her stubborn expression, her mother had called it. Ash smiled. He could remember things.

‘It is good of you to ask Rurik,' she said stiffly. ‘There are things I must attend to.'

‘A bath?' he enquired softly. ‘You mentioned it earlier.'

She rolled her eyes. ‘Please grant me a little intelligence. I've a list of things that has to be done before I can consider looking after my own needs.'

‘Or maybe you are waiting for me to join you in the bath?'

‘Go!' She pointed, but her cheeks flamed bright red and she made no attempt to contradict him. The thought made him absurdly happy. ‘Rurik, make sure you show your father everything, but no more climbing.'

Rurik promised and they started off. Ash came down far too heavily on his left foot on the third step as he adjusted his stride to keep pace with Rurik. He winced at the bone-jarring pain.

‘Wait! What have you done to your leg, Ash?'

‘An old injury. It will pass.' He forced a smile. ‘One would almost think you cared, Kara.'