Kirstie

Fiona had her baby at the end of March. It was touch and go for most of the procedure but in the end, both Fiona and the baby would live. Fiona named the boy Sibelius and did not explain the name, except to say it was someone she met once, an old Finn that was good to her, and she admired. Besides, Vortesvin agreed, so Doctor Mishka shrugged and gave strict instructions to both Fiona and Inga. She gave them twice to Inga because she figured Fiona could not honestly concentrate. The women had one moment of panic when they realized the baby, being half-troll, would always be massively hungry. Fiona could not possibly nurse such a baby. But Danna, the Celtic mother goddess stepped in and changed Fiona in some way to where she could not only nurse the baby but discipline him as needed when he got older. No comment on the diapers.

Kirstie did not have much time to spend in the village center. She noticed at the end of April that their little bay filled with longships and strangers filled the area. They made space for a big tent camp to house them all. When things on the farm were about as well ordered as they could get, which was not well ordered at all, Kirstie dressed in her armor and weapons, brought a small sack of necessities, and headed toward the ships. She imagined she might sleep on board for a few days while the men got ready to go.

“What do you mean Jarl and Rune both sailed off with the first crew?” Kirstie asked when she arrived.

“They sailed with the first group, headed for the Coquet River,” Toke said. Toke was Harrold’s Skipari and sounded all business.

“You are sailing with us,” Kare said and grinned broadly.

“Captain Harrold carries a whip if you don’t pull your oar,” Thoren teased but Kirstie could not tell if he was joking or not.

Kirstie saw Yrsa walk up the plank and objected. “No. Not this trip. This trip will be too dangerous.”

“All the more reason I need to go,” she countered. “Besides, more dangerous than the last three hags?”

“Yes,” Kirstie said. “Far more dangerous.”

Yrsa shook her head. “I’ve been working out and practicing my rowing all winter.” She raised her arm and made a fist. “See? I have muscles.” It still looked like a skinny elf arm to Kirstie, but she sighed as Yrsa asked, “So where are we sitting?”

Kare and Thoren took them to their seats. Kirstie sat two seats from the front and Yrsa sat across the aisle from her. “Captain says if he puts you two women on the same side, that will make the side too weak, and the ship will go around in circles. Kirstie did not argue. She had no special pull with Captain Harrold Harroldsson, but she noted Thoren sat right behind Yrsa, so she charged him to keep an eye out for her and make sure the crew left her alone and treated her with respect.

Kirstie turned around. She had Kare seated behind her. “Don’t go breathing over my neck the whole trip,” she said as she stored her things.

“I’ll be dreaming about us being together,” he said.

“In your dreams,” she answered, even if he did not grasp the meaning behind that twenty-first century expression. After that, she did her best to ignore the man, and he kept most of his annoying and obnoxious comments to himself.

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Yrsa and Kirstie quickly proved that they were seasoned sailors, willing and able to pull their fair share. Most of the crew accepted that and accepted them after the first day or two. There were a few who could not help the comments now and then, but none that got out of hand, mostly because Toke was all business. Harrold laughed right along with the rest of them when the comments got leud. But Toke made sure that did not happen often and for the most part, kept a lid on that kind of behavior.

They arrived at the cove above Howick on the coast of Northumbria just as the sun set. They anchored offshore where Kirstie noticed three other ships. Toke pointed to the ships one by one. “Captain Bo Erikson from Lagastein on the Frosta Peninsula. Captain Odger Haakonsson from Vigg. He is a mean one. Captain Ulf, you have met.” Toke looked at Kirstie, but she assured him.

“We met.” She made a fowl face and Toke nodded, satisfied.

At dawn, Kirstie turned to Harrold for one of the few times in the whole voyage. “I assume Yrsa, and I will be staying with the ship.”

Harrold looked at her and did not answer immediately, like he had to think about it. Finally, he said, “No.” He explained. “You can read a map and the movement of the sun, knowing north from south. You know about moving through the woods, like the woods by your home. I am told you also look very good in your blue and green dresses. I was thinking we could use you in this raid.”

“I am not walking through the woods in a dress.”

“I don’t expect you to. Get ashore,” he said, and went back to studying his map or whatever parchment he looked at.

When they got to shore, Kirstie found another woman among the men. Gunhild was a large woman, though not quite as tall as Kirstie, and she looked strong, though a bit blubbery. On a man, those arms would be muscle, probably old muscle, but they would not flap so much when the arm moved. Kirstie guessed that Gunhild was in her late forties. She claimed to have sailed with the men for more than twenty years, so Kirstie revised her estimate, thinking Gunhild might be in her early fifties. She presently sailed with Captain Bo Erikson; a man who looked like he was more inclined to trade than raid.

Captain Odger Haakonsson, the mean looking one, seemed more like Harrold. He was willing to trade often enough but he did not hesitate to take what he wanted, and if that involved killing a few of the reluctant traders, so be it. He came across as a man who was quick to take advantage of any weakness on the other side of the ledger and trade could become a raid if there was enough gold and silver involved.

Captain Ulf and his crew, by contrast, seemed the worst sort. Kirstie doubted they even bothered with trade goods. Ulf came across like the kind of man who looked for unsuspecting, minimally defended villages where he could loot and pillage. More like a pirate than a merchant. She imagined he especially liked monasteries and churches as easy targets.