Authors: Lisa Plumley
She hoped he believed it more than she did.
âI've stopped thinking about the future, Kara. I want to live in the here and now.' He smoothed the hair off her forehead and her entire body tingled with an acute awareness of him and what they had shared earlier.
She wanted that sharing again, that feeling of closeness.
âCan you do that?' he rasped, gently tugging at her earlobe. Little flames licked at her inner core, igniting her senses in a way that only Ash could. It amazed her that she could feel so alive. Like a moth drawn to a flame, she found the movement of his mouth impossible to resist.
She knew it was impossible to explain her feelings for him in words, but she could allow her body to speak.
âI will try.' She looped her arms about his neck. âEnough thinking for tonight, I want to feel.'
Chapter Fourteen
T
he early morning mist rising from the lake hung in the valley. Ash glanced up at the hall looming behind. He'd left Kara sleeping. Nothing had felt right between them when he'd made love to her last nightâfar too frantic and forced, as if they both knew that he might not ever get another chance.
Lying next to her afterwards, he had struggled to breathe and knew he had to escape the airless room. His leg had throbbed, making sleep impossible. He had given her naked shoulder one last kiss and slipped away.
He had dressed quickly and started towards the lake, intending to swim and loosen the knots in his leg. When he reached the
tuntreet
with its now-naked spreading branches, he sank down to his knees and buried his face in his hands. Somehow he had to find a way to keep the people he loved safe.
Coming home was supposed to be simple. But every time he turned around, he saw other ways in which he could never measure up. A dull pain formed behind his eyes.
âHere I find you, Ash.' Valdar's cold tone rang out across the lake, causing several geese to rise up. âThinking of leaving? Or making a stand here? Or are you praying to the gods for a swift and merciful release?'
Ash slowly rose and faced the man who had once been his friend. âI gave you my word. I will be going to Sand. Voluntarily and not in chains or with my feet dragging. My men have their orders. They will obey them. It should be enough.'
âDoes that bother you?'
âNot in the slightest.' Ash inclined his head. He wondered briefly how many battles Valdar had fought or if he ever felt uncertain or afraid. If he failed, Kara would need a strong arm.
Ash pressed his lips together. Now was the right time to begin his move and see if he could separate Valdar from his uncle.
âKara intends to take Rurik to Sand. Will you allow her to travel with us or will she be forced to travel on her own?' He looked the man in the eye. âI need to know how to deploy my men.'
The other man's lip curled. âThe Lady Kara is supposed to remain here. Is this one of your mad ideas?'
âFar from it. It's Kara's. I wish you better luck than I had at persuading her to stay.'
Valdar's eyes widened. âAnd you are letting her go?'
âRurik has never been to Sand before.' Ash bent down and pretended to be examining various pebbles, but in reality he was aware of every movement Valdar made. âIt seemed like an opportune moment to give in to my lady's desire for this to happen.'
âThe Lady Kara wanted this?' Valdar's hand went to his sword. âI took you for many things, Hringson, but not a liar. The Lady Kara would never suggest such a thing. She keeps Rurik here on this estate. She fears for his life.'
âShe means to travel with Rurik whether I wish it or not. We quarrelled about it, but I lost.' Ash waited, willing Valdar to understand what he was asking. âI want her kept safe whatever happens. Will you give me your pledge?'
Valdar pursed his lips. âWillingly. The quarrel is with you and your ship, rather than with the Lady Kara. Harald Haraldson was quite clear on that pointâthe Lady Kara should stay on the estate. He gave me his pledge.'
A tiny fillip of satisfaction filled Ash. His uncle didn't want Kara there. Or rather he worried about Valdar supporting his cause if he attacked Kara as well as Ash. And he'd seen the respect she commanded. Kara had been right. She needed to go. He needed her by his side.
âAnd you believe my uncle's pledges on this matter?'
Valdar bowed his head. âYou don't.'
Ash held out his hand. âIf anything happens, get her and Rurik back here. My men can do the rest.'
âYou love her.'
âI think we both love her.'
âObviously.' Valdar started towards the hall, stopped and turned with a frown. âHow did you do it? You are gone for seven years and she falls immediately for you. What is so much better about you?'
âNot immediately and I have no idea,' Ash said quietly. âShe wants what is best for her son. She has always done so.'
Valdar nodded. âYes, Kara Olofdottar refused to look at me until I started paying attention to the boy. He is a pleasant boy, but he talks a lot and is not very strong. I have serious doubts about him ever becoming a warrior. I said as much to your father.'
Ash's shoulders relaxed slightly. âThere is more to being a warrior than brute strength. Give him time. He'll make a fine and cunning one.'
âIt is good, then, that you returned home.'
Ash picked up a pebble and tossed it out into the lake where it made ever-expanding circles. âI like to think so.'
Valdar did the same. âYou always were a lucky bastard, Hringson.'
Ash rubbed the back of his neck. The dull ache in his head began to throb with increased intensity. âThey say you make your own luck, but now I have hope.'
âThe Lady Kara is a beautiful woman, even if she is colder than a statue. Or I thought she was until I saw her at the wedding. She possesses a fire when she is around you. You can see it in the way she moves. You make her alive.'
Ash pressed his hands against his trousers. Once he'd have crowed about her responsiveness to him, but now he knew it was private.
âIt is more than her physical appearance.' Ash gave a wry smile. âI underestimated her for years. Now I'm learning her true strengths. What she has done to Jaarlshiem has been nothing short of amazing. And Rurik is a boy to be proud of. He will inherit an estate worthy of its name. I only hope I haven't left it too late.'
Valdar stroked his chin and stared off into the lake where the faint glimmer of sunrise turned the lake's surface to a pale pink. âWhat will happen when she goes to Sand? Will you be able to hold this estate?'
Ash gave him a sharp glance. âWhose man are you?'
âI would have been Lady Kara's until you returned.' Valdar inclined his head. âBut I carry her in my heart. Should anything happen to you, you must not worry about your family. How many men do you want?'
Ash released his breath. He had won a small victory. âI'm leaving my men here to guard Jaarlshiem in my absence. Saxi owes me several life debts. He'll hold this place until his last breath. Get her here and he will do the rest.'
Valdar nodded. âI won't pretend I'm happy about this. Something feels off. Kara should be made to listen to reason. Sand will be dangerous for you. She might be caught in something that she doesn't understand.'
âNow that you are standing next to me in the sunrise instead of having my uncle drip his poison in your ear.'
Valdar gave an unhappy nod. âI gave the king my word I'd bring you back. Your uncle doesn't expect me to. He expected you to fight me. I see that now.'
âMy uncle never truly understood me. He underestimates me and that is his mistake.'
The pain receded in Ash's head. He had done what he could. He had to hope that Kara would not take any crazy chances on the journey and that his uncle would not attack them as they neared the city.
* * *
âI am to take Ash straight to the king's dungeon when we arrive in Sand, but you may reside with me until the outcome of the case is known,' Valdar said, bringing his horse alongside the cart where Kara and Rurik sat.
âYou are speaking to me again?' Kara enquired lightly, resisting the temptation to roll her eyes at the patronising speech.
âI've no quarrel with you, Lady Kara.'
âMy mistake.' Kara eased a pillow behind her back and gave a half-turn in her seat, pleased of the distraction from the incessant jolting of the cart. Her hand sent Rurik's sword tumbling to the floor of the cart. Immediately Rurik gave an anguished cry and picked it up again. That sword had been nothing but trouble since Valdar had given it to Rurik. âYou have barely said two words to me since this journey started. Suddenly less than a day's journey to Sand, you wish to talk.'
âI want this settled between us. The king has no quarrel with you.'
âHe should have no quarrel with Ash either,' Kara said, giving a warning look to Valdar as Rurik's eyes slid shut and the sword threatened to fall out of his grasp again. âWhat good will that do? Humiliating him in that way? Ash gave you his word. You prevented his men from travelling. And he has done nothing wrong.'
Despite readily agreeing to her travelling with them, Valdar had not allowed Kara to take any of Ash's men with her, arguing that it would look like an act of war. To Kara's surprise, Ash had given way immediately. There appeared to be a newfound respect between the two, but neither said what had caused it.
Their journey to Sand had taken several days longer than when she had travelled the other way with Ash because Ash had insisted that she and Rurik travel in a covered cart.
âDo this for me, Valdar. For what we once shared. Allow my husband some dignity.'
Valdar's expression turned grave. âKara, you do have feelings for this man.'
Kara concentrated. Were her feelings that plain? She had hoped by ignoring it, no one would know. The last thing she desired was pity. âI know how to keep my heart safe.'
âI consider you a friend.'
âYou won't say anything to...to my husband.'
Valdar's eyes danced. âMy lips are entirely sealed. It will do him good.' He nodded. âWhat do you think will happen when we reach Sand?'
âI've no idea,' she answered truthfully. âBut I want to be where I can help.'
âAnd how is having Rurik there going to help?'
Kara leant forward and smoothed a lock of hair off her sleeping son's forehead. âHis father adores him. Rurik will add weight to the argument.'
A sudden shout drowned out Valdar's reply.
The cart jerked to a halt, throwing both Kara and Rurik to the floor.
âStay down, Kara.' Ash's voice rang out. âFor the love of the gods, keep down.'
* * *
Every sinew in Ash's body froze. He had expected the attack for the last few miles. The very air seemed to hold its breath. He had heard the rustling of human movement and had seen the shadowy figures in the woods.
Silently he cursed his folly of allowing Kara and Rurik to travel with him. Thankfully Valdar had chosen to ride near Kara's cart.
âWhat is going on, Hringson?' Valdar thundered up on his horse. âWhy have you stopped this column and panicked your wife? And why are you retreating?'
Ash nodded his head towards the woods. âI don't like the way the shadows are moving. Send someone to investigate. I'm going to make sure my wife is safe.'
Valdar gave an impatient sigh and sent two of his men. âYou are in Raumerike, not Viken. Your wife is fine. Your son was asleep. Our conversation was pleasant until you interrupted.'
âRaumerike worries me in ways Viken never could.'
One of the men waved his arms.
âYou seeânothing.' Valdar gave a smug smile. âYou go and explain to Lady Kara. You face her wrath. Next time make sure you actually see men rather thanâ'
âOwls don't screech in the daylight. And animals stay away from men on horseback.'
A strangled scream rent the air and the man fell with an arrow in his heart. Valdar immediately stiffened and dismounted from his horse. Two thralls came and caught the horse's bridle.
âShall I investigate?' Ash asked, clinging on to his temper. âSurely, man, you must see. Something is wrong. You need to protect my wife.'
Valdar drew his sword and picked up a light shield. His men formed a ring about Ash.
âNot so fast, Hringson. You will not be allowed to escape.'
âIf I had wanted to make my escape, I would have hardly had my wife and child in your protection.' Ash shook his head at Valdar's arrogant stupidity. Even now, the other warrior did not see how he'd been manipulated. Ash wanted to kick himself for not thinking about the possibility. Kara should not be here. Kara should be back in Jaarlshiem where she'd be safe.
A host of men in full armour emerged from the woods and stood before them, brandishing their shields. Ash's heart sank. They were outnumbered three to one and he had no confidence in Valdar or his men to fight their way out of a linen-cloth bag, let alone an ambush planned with this sort of precision.
âGive us Ash Hringson,' the leader who wore his uncle's insignia on his left shoulder thundered. âThen we will allow you to pass in peace.'
âThe welcoming party?' Ash asked in an undertone. âThey are a bit far from Sand. Will you keep your promise and look after my family?'
âI gave the king my pledge. I will not give you up to any other man.' Valdar's face became grim. âYour uncle had other plans which he failed to divulge. Nep was one of my best men.'
âIf you give me up, you may be unharmed,' Ash said in an undertone, watching the man he dimly recognised as the captain of his uncle's guard. âThere again, my uncle might take the opportunity to rid himself of a troublesome neighbour.'
Valdar gave him a telling look. âAnd the heir to the estate he covets. We played straight into his hands. I've been a fool. The Lady Kara should never have travelled.'
âHe tricked us both. I hadn't expected this move. I thought we'd be safe until Sand,' Ash confessed. âI would have warned you otherwise. And I would never have put my wife and child in danger.'
Valdar raised his fist. âThen we fight! I promised to deliver you to the king and by Thor's hammer that is what I will do.'
âI'd be honoured.'
Ash's heart raced. He wasn't worried for himself, but for Kara and Rurik. Thankfully Kara appeared to have heeded his warning cry and stayed in the cart. âDo I get a weapon?'
âNone to spare. Stay to the back. There will be weapons soon enough.' Valdar started to advance forward.
Ash hated how powerless he felt. All he had was his eating knife. He hated to be here at the back when he was needed up in the front. Every sinew of his being longed for the fight.