Kirstie

Kirstie looked at the men who were all watching the exchange. She saw that Yrsa had her eyes on the village and the people starting their day. Those people might have looked and wondered who these women were, but they did not stop to ask. Kirstie looked again at Wilam and motioned for him to come away from the others.

“Excuse me, fellows,” Wilam said and stepped toward Kirstie. Kirstie grabbed his hand and dragged him well out of earshot. She looked at him and hardly knew what to say, or how to say it, so she just blurted it out.

“There are a hundred and fifty Vikings back on the hillside ready to overrun this village as soon as I return to them.” She looked up into his eyes and began to babble. “Some of them are good men, from my home village of Strindlos, but if you try to resist them everyone will get killed. They are being paid to cause panic in the countryside. King Cnut of York wants Northumberland in a panic. He imagines negotiating with your king to make an alliance, to watch the coast against those terrible Norsemen. He plans to put his men along the coast and eventually betray and overrun Northumberland for himself. What can we do? Some of the men with me are not so nice. They are pagans in search of gold and silver and will not hesitate to attack the church and any young women they can find. What are we going to do?”

“Wait here,” Wilam looked determined. He stepped back to his small group of men who never stopped staring at the three of them, because Yrsa stayed with her mistress. Kirstie stood, feeling exposed in the street. She moved up to stand beside Wilam.

“You have to get the young women out of town, and your priest if you have one,” she interrupted the men.

Wilam turned to her, and he still smiled for her which at least meant he was not mad at her. “Believe it or not, we planned for this possibility. Of course, we imagined we might get word when they were a couple of hours away and headed in our direction, but this will do.”

One older man looked unconvinced. “Can you prove what you are saying?”

Kirstie did not hesitate. She called for her armor and became instantly outfitted for battle with all her weapons attached. “If you resist you will get everyone killed. Some of the Norsemen are terrible mean ones. Also, they need to find enough silver and gold and precious items to satisfy them, or they may chase you into the wilderness.”

After getting over their shock at her transformation, the men scattered. Wilam stayed with her and walked her to the edge of the village. She smiled for him, thinking he did not even raise an eyebrow at her change from pretty girl in a blue dress to shield maiden ready to chop someone’s head off.

“Got any more of those gnomes hanging around?” Wilam asked.

Kirstie shook her head. “Just my elf maid.” She pointed to Yrsa who was back in her leather and had her bow in her hand, though no arrow on the string.

Wilam nodded to her, and Yrsa responded. “Pleased to meet you,” and she smiled and bowed her head a little for the man. Kirstie saw that sign of respect and knew she was in trouble. Elves were very perceptive. They would like anyone she liked, or at least they would not play any tricks on such a person, and they would respect and defer to anyone she loved. It was self-defense on the part of the little ones. They did not dare mistreat someone loved by their goddess. But it was also a natural response led by their goddess. They reflected her feelings on such things.

Wilam reached for Kirstie’s hand again, and she gave it to him with her smile. “You are a deep and unfathomable woman, and I would like to get to know you better.”

“Get Captain Olaf and come to the great fjord in Trondelag, old Prondalog and the village of Strindlos. Bring well-made items, like weapons, but also plows, farm implements, household items in glass and metal, and things like that. We are not so different. We all need to grow our daily bread.” She looked down at his hand holding her hand and smiled more deeply. They stayed like that and talked for almost an hour. In the end, Yrsa interrupted.

“Lady, we need to get back to the others.”

Kirstie nodded and backed up as a man came to them with two horses in hand. Kirstie looked and identified the man. “Brent Svenson, Captain Olaf’s skipari.”

“Brant,” the man corrected and joined in the smiling. “I thought it was you when I first saw you, but I was not sure until you changed into your armor. Do we have a hag around here?”

Kirstie shook her head. “Worse,” she said, and finished her sentence with Wilam. “And I have no control over what the men will do. Please remember that. I have done all I can to minimize the damage.”

Wilam said, “We understand.” He mounted and he and Brant rode off. Kirstie turned with Yrsa and walked back to the others.

“You all but bowed to Wilam,” Kirstie accused her maid.

“Just a feeling I have,” she responded and let out her elf-sized grin.

“Shut it,” Kirstie said, and they walked quietly until they began to climb the hill.

“You are well into your seventeenth year,” Yrsa said. “You will be eighteen soon enough. That is more than old enough for a human to be full grown and ready to mate.”

“Shut it,” Kirstie repeated.

When they got back to the men, Kirstie quickly explained how they went straight to the village center and watched. They wanted to get some notion where the people were, where the fighters were, and where the money might be. Then all at once, people began to run around like crazy. One man saw us, an elder I think, and he took us to the edge of the village. He said a farmer spotted Vikings just beyond the farm fields and they had to flee. He said they would leave their valuables in the village center with the hope that the Vikings might be satisfied and leave their village in peace. He said he did not know what business we had in the village, but we needed to get out before it was too late. We came straight back here to tell you.”

Ulf roared in anger, like a lion deprived of his rightful prey. Odger and Captain Erikson got their men up and going. Harrold said, “Hurry,” and “Quickly,” several times. They rushed to the town and caught some older men and women that were slow in escaping. They only killed a couple of them and let the rest hobble off.

Ulf wanted to follow the old ones to see if they led them to the rest of the villagers. Kirstie noticed Njal, Ulf’s giant, seemed especially interested in finding the women, but the other captains voted against that idea. The village left a nice pile of cups, glassware and silver piled up in the center. The captains sent their men to rummage through the houses and buildings, looking for anything that might be valuable back home. Several people were found and about half of them were killed.

Some houses were burned at random, and two of the buildings in the village center went up in flames. They also burned the church in town, though it was mostly stone, so it did not burn well. Kirstie was surprised and not surprised to see that mostly the men looted things for the farm and some blacksmith tools. They did not find many weapons worth stealing but took what they found. Some men were burdened down with too much loot to make the trek all the way back to their ship. Kirstie figured that would sort itself out as they walked.

Kirstie paid attention. Ulf’s men were as wild and bloodthirsty as she imagined. Odger’s` men from Vigg were more like Harrold’s men from home. They would not hesitate to fight and kill, but that was not what they were there for. They came for the silver and what they could steal. If they did not need to kill anyone, or risk being killed, that was a good thing. Captain Bo Erikson’s crew also behaved like Kirstie guessed. They might take some things they needed and probably liked being paid to do a job, but they would rather not fight and risk their lives if they could help it. They were nominally traders, not raiders as she imagined.

Gunhild, from Captain Erikson’s crew, found a silver hair clip and a good kitchen knife, or maybe an all-purpose knife. She came and brought a chair to where Kirstie and Yrsa sat and watched the madness around them. “Men have no idea,” she said.

“I bet some of their wives would love to have some well-made kitchen utensils,” Kirstie agreed. She held on to an iron poker for the fire. She almost did not get it because a man thought it might make a good weapon.

“But men don’t think that way,” Gunhild agreed.

Not long after that, they left the town behind. Kirstie knew Wilam sent riders to the nearest fortress, to the closest lord in his manor house, and all the way to Bamburgh with the news of the raid, and before the raid even happened. He said for her not to worry. The nearest one would not get back with any soldiers until nightfall, and they would not begin to follow until morning.

“So, we have until nightfall before they are anywhere near ready to follow us,” Kirstie explained why the villagers abandoned their homes. “The nearest help is too far away for quick action. They probably won’t begin to search the area until well after we have gone. If we walk into the night, we should make it to the ships before they ride out in the morning.”

Harrold understood. They did not especially need to hurry. As long as they kept to a good pace, they should be fine.

Kirstie and Yrsa led the way again. Kare and Thoren followed. Thoren appeared to have picked up some of those kitchen items they talked about. No doubt, he wanted to make Hilda happy. Kare carried a bag of silver coins he found. He grinned a lot, but he probably would not be allowed to keep it. They would put it in the pot for the distribution, and they would ignore his complaints, but meanwhile they let him carry it and think that it was his.