Lockhart and Katie faced the elder council together while the rest of the travelers, with the help of many locals, rubbed down Ghost and the horses from their ice water bath.  Kerga, the village chief, stood flanked by two ship captains, Jarl and Harrold.  They appeared to be the ones who would make any decisions that had to be made.  Old man Kerga did not seem to have a problem talking to the big blonde woman as an equal, unlike so many elders in so many other cultures, but it made more sense when Boston came up with Inga and spoke.

“This is Kirstie’s home village.  She was born here and sailed from here several times on raids,” Boston said.

Inga interjected.  “She went from here with the king’s men to a place she calls Oslo to join the Swedes in their fight against the Geats.”

“But she is on her way home,” Boston said.  “She should be here in about a week.  I vote we stay here and wait for her.”

“That should not be a problem,” Inga said with a look at Kerga.  Kerga made no objection.  “Only one thing,” Inga began, and Boston interrupted.

“They got Flesh Eaters in the woods.  Two eaten down to the bones, and the third drained of all her blood.”

“Damn.”  They heard Lincoln.  He kept rubbing his horse but listened in.

“You know what plagues us?” Captain Jarl asked.

“You can do something about it?” Captain Harrold asked at about the same time.

“We will do what we can, but I am not sure what we can do,” Lockhart said.

“Kirstie may have an idea when she arrives,” Katie said, and saw some heads nod.

“That is why we sent for her,” Inga said.

“Yes,” Kerga spoke and looked around.  “The king sent a man, Engel Bronson, to see what the king might do about our problem.  I sent for him.  Where is he?”

No one had an answer, until Jarl had a suggestion.  “He may be exploring the woods again.”

Kerga nodded.  “Come,” he started to say and changed the word to “Eric.”  A young man arrived, anxious to help.  “When they are warmed and ready, bring these people to the big house.  They can make temporary shelters in the long meadow.”  He walked off with a final word.  “Inga.”  She followed him.

Eric grinned and looked overwhelmed with questions while a young woman skipped up and took his hand.  She grinned the same kind of grin Eric had, and she spoke up right away.

“I am Astrid.  I am Eric’s wife of three whole months.  I am going to have a baby.”

“Good for you,” Katie barely got the words out as she and Lockhart went to see to their horses.

“You have hair the color of Kirstie,” Eric said, though plenty of people in the village appeared to be blond.  “Are you a shield maiden like her?”

“Yes,” Lockhart spoke right up, and explained to Katie.  “I figure that is the Viking equivalent of a Rhine maiden.”  Katie did not argue.

“So, where is this long meadow?” she asked.

“Ah,” Eric said.  “I will show you.  It runs right along the edge of the forest, so be careful if there are enemies in the woods.”

Lockhart understood.  Kerga was positioning them to act as a wall between the Flesh Eaters and the village.  Later, when they arrived at the long meadow, Elder Stow stepped up with a word.

“My father.  I can set the screen around the meadow and our camp, but it will not stretch far enough to cover the whole village.  I can also retune the discs for the family to carry.  They will relay the fourth screen and filter out any Vr energy the Flesh Eaters may have.”

“Can you scan the forest?” Lockhart asked.  “To see if there is a Flesh Eater ship parked somewhere in the woods.”

“I can,” Elder Stow said.  “But the range is not what it was.  I had increased the range and details before the Kairos broke it.  Now, it is at factory specs, like the screens, which I am still working on.”

“So, if you don’t pick up anything in the immediate area, that would suggest they are not within range.”

“Yes, it would,” Elder Stow said, and stepped off to see what he could do.

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On the morning of the fifth day, Sukki and Boston sat out to watch the sunrise.  The others were up, mostly puttering around the fire or seeing to the horses.  Lockhart sat and stared at the fire, sipping on this time zone’s version of morning tea, and thinking about coffee.  Alexis stretched whatever food they had left to come up with some kind of breakfast.

The travelers ate in the big house, the village meeting hall on the first day, but said they did not mean to put a strain on the village resources and should take care of their own meals.  The village elders were more relieved and grateful than offended, which was good.

On the second day, Decker, Katie, and Tony explored down the road that headed south, and took Eric to guide them.  They found it wholly unacceptable for the wagon, which meant they were stuck waiting for Kirstie.  Decker and Katie found a herd of deer, wary of the humans, but not out of rifle range.  Eric shouted at the sound of the rifles, and that may have helped scare the deer, so they scooted back into the woods.  Still, they bagged three in the end and contributed two to the village larder.  Old man Kerga almost smiled.  Inga thought to say thank you.

Inga introduced the travelers to Soren, who was Kirstie’s thirteen-year-old son, and his friend in trouble, Hodur, who was Eric’s baby brother.  She also introduced them to Eric’s and Hodur’s mother, Hilde, who was a widow often left with the troublemakers, Hodur and Soren to watch.

“I honestly don’t mind,” Hilde said.  “It is better than letting them run wild through the village, though they eat more than anyone I have ever seen.”  She smiled, but Eric had a different take on the subject.

“I’ve been escaping being stuck with those two brats for as long as I can remember.”

 Back on the third day, Lincoln asked about contracting the king’s ship that sat at the dock.  Captain Harrold said that would not be possible.  Some of the king’s men stayed on the ship.  Some went with the king’s representative, Engel Bronson, into the woods.  Curiously, the man had been back to the village twice, but he never asked about the strangers, so the travelers never met him.  Meanwhile, Lincoln started getting antsy, and maybe thought too much about possible Flesh Eaters in the woods.  Lockhart teased him.

“Whatever happened to my desk jockey who would rather sleep at his desk than be a field agent?”

“It’s this trip,” he admitted.  “I can’t seem to sit still anymore.”  He thought about it and amended his statement.  “I just want to get home so I can get back to my quiet, peaceful desk.”

Lockhart understood and Alexis smiled.

On the fourth day, Tony, Nanette, and Sukki found a farmer willing to sell a cow.  It had not calved in three years and so it had no milk.  The man thought with the right price, he might get a younger cow to replace it.  Tony and Nanette were not about to pay him enough for an old cow so he could buy a new, young one, but they gave more than the cow was worth, so he got a good start on raising the funds for a new one.  He threw in two big baskets of fruits and garden vegetables, so it felt worth the price.

Then, on that fifth morning, as the sun rose, Boston jumped up and looked away from the sun.  “Visitors?” Sukki asked.  Elder Stow had his screens set around the camp all night, and the villagers had learned the hard way, through stubbed toes and noses, that the screens needed to be lowered to let people in and out.

“No,” Boston responded.  “In the sky.  There.”  she pointed.

Sukki stood and saw what Boston pointed at.  Lockhart stood.  Decker grabbed his rifle.  Elder Stow touched his screen device and the screens appeared tinted slightly yellow but still completely see through.  The alien ship pulled up from its intended landing site and landed on the long meadow a hundred yards beyond the screens.

“Flesh Eaters?” Lincoln asked.

“Apes, I think,” Katie said.  She recognized the markings on the outside of the ship.

Tony reacted first, though Nanette followed immediately with a scream.  The travelers who once struggled against ghouls projecting frightening images into their minds resisted longer.  Decker and Katie were able to grab their rifles.  Alexis got her wand.  Lincoln and Lockhart pulled their handguns, but they were unable to use the weapons as the Vr energy invaded their minds.  The Flesh Eaters carried a handheld Vr projector that bathed the travelers in hypnotic hallucinations.

Boston, who did not appear to be affected by the energy, whipped out her wand and laid down a line of fire in front of the aliens.  The Flesh Eaters paused.  The Vikings with them kept back.  But Boston feared for her friends.  Then, Elder Stow managed to touch the spot on his scanner that activated the discs they all still carried.  Suddenly, The Vr energy got blocked and people came quickly back to their senses.

The Flesh Eaters were honestly frightening enough to look at.  They did not need the hallucinations to be scarry.  They stood tall, maybe six or seven feet, but skinny as an elf.  They had extra-long legs and arms, and heads too big for their necks.  The eyes, ears, and nose looked normal enough, though the nose pointed up a bit, but the mouth looked too big for the head.  They had rows of teeth, all sharp for tearing meat off a carcass, like the mouth of a shark or maybe an ogre.  And the tongue darted in and out of the mouth like a snake’s tongue, like they could smell the blood ahead of them and were becoming excited to drink it all.

Decker shot the one out front.  It had a personal screen of some sort, but not a very strong one.  Decker’s fifth bullet penetrated, and the Flesh Eater collapsed.

The Vikings charged.  Alexis called up a hurricane force wind that slowed them but did not stop them.  Nanette threw out a telekinetic wall that they had to force their way through.  Boston laid down another line of fire, but they were not hampered by that.  They simply ran through the fire.  Sukki stepped up and stared at her hands, not sure what she could do.

Lockhart, Tony, and Lincoln used their handguns and blasted away with Decker, but there seemed no way they would avoid hand to hand fighting.  Tony feared that some of the travelers might get killed, but a troop of fairies arrived and got big.  At once, there were arrows flying into the midst of the Vikings with deadly accuracy.

Katie concentrated on the Flesh Eaters.  She put one down but imagined the other might reach them.  Elder Stow solved that problem with one shot of his weapon, and when the Flesh Eater fell, the few surviving Vikings all collapsed, unconscious.

“Sukki?” Boston wondered if Sukki did that.

“Not me,” Sukki admitted.  She thought about turning her power on the Vikings to knock them out but decided she did not have enough control.  She did not want to burn them all.

Elder Stow made sure all three Flesh Eaters were dead before he pulled out a device to examine one of the Vikings.  “A mind control implant,” he reported.  “Like the Blueblood implants we once ran into around the Caspian Sea.  Improved.  Smaller.  But affective.”

Alexis and Nanette made sure the Farm family and William were in one piece.  William pointed at them and grinned.  “You are witches,” he said, but for the most part he stared at the fairies, most of whom had reverted to their small size.

Alexis shook her head for William.  “I used to be an elf.  Boston is an elf.”

“I can be a witch,” Nanette said, and Alexis agreed before she warned her.

“Yes, but not something to brag about.  The church goes through periods of no tolerance.  They say all witchcraft is evil and don’t distinguish between a good witch and a bad witch.”

“They burned Glinda the good witch of the north at the stake,” Boston said and tried to keep a serious face.

“I read that book,” Nanette said.

“You should see the movie,” Lincoln said as the fairies zeroed in on Lockhart and Katie.

“I am May, you met my husband Pinewood about three hundred years ago, in the days of Gerraint?” She was not sure but both Katie and Lockhart nodded.  “We were sent to find you and bring you to the battlefield.”

“Battlefield?” Lincoln interrupted.  Boston, Decker, and Tony all heard.

May said, “It is not far from Kingston.  We should move from here.  We will have to stop for the night before we arrive, but we should be there early in the morning.  And, your grace,” she turned to William who walked up.  “The king will be there as well.”

William closed his mouth and nodded.  “That is who I need to see.”

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On the morning of the battle, about ten that morning, the Saxon line struck the Vikings in the corner, as planned, and they stopped.  After a few awkward seconds, the Viking line began to move forward to engage the Saxons head-to-head.  It was intended to disrupt the Viking line they so perfectly formed.  A jagged line is not nearly as effective.  Unfortunately, when the Vikings moved, the Saxon line also moved, equally disrupting their own line.  They met about halfway, and as a result, the Vikings only half turned their backs to the forest.

The Viking commander saw an opportunity right away.  He had about sixty horsemen that he held back with his reserves.  As the Viking line turned and the Saxons came up, there was a gap made between the men and the bend in the river.  He hurried his horsemen to hit the Saxons in the flank, and maybe get around them to strike them in the rear if possible.

“Damn,” Elgar said, and hurried his forty horsemen to counterstrike.  The horsemen squeezed through the gap and met one another.  The Saxons took the worst of it, but they did enough damage to the Viking horsemen to drive them back and keep them from hitting the line of men on foot.

“Deerrunner.  Pinewood.” Elgar shouted.  No human would have ever heard the call over the roar of fighting men, but the elf and fairy heard clearly.  They had to come out from the forest and thus exposed themselves, but they were arrow ready, and very quickly Vikings began to fall at the back of the Viking line.

At the same time, Elgar moved his reserved men to reinforce the end of the line by the riverbend where the fighting started.  They began to push the Vikings back on that end.

The poor Viking commander couldn’t decide what to do.  He finally saw the archers from the woods were taking the worst toll on his men and ordered his reserves to attack the woods.  The elves and fairies raced back into the woods.  Elgar knew Between Bogus, Piebald and their dwarfs, with some very brave goblins who risked the light as long as they stayed in the shadow of the trees, very few in the Viking reserve would come back out alive.

The Viking commander gathered his horsemen.  They no doubt planned to follow through on the plan to strike the Saxon flank, or they at least hoped to press forward and keep the Viking line from crumbling.  Even as they got ready to move, Elgar heard the sound of rifle fire.  The Viking horses went down, and sometimes the men got knocked out of their saddles.  Elder Stow, Sukki and May’s small fairy troop landed behind the Viking line, even as a giant wave came down the river and swept the Viking escape boats into the deep or shot them downriver where they would be no use to any escaping Vikings. By the time the half-dozen pyromaniac dwarfs arrived in a boat of their own, there were very few Viking boats for them to burn.  They complained, of course.

When Boston shot her explosive arrows into the last of the horsemen, Nanette having stepped up to make sure they reached that far, Katie and Decker just about stopped firing.  Lockhart let loose scattershot from his shotgun at the Vikings who began to escape the line and headed toward the bend in the river.

Then Elder Stow said to Sukki, “It will save lives in the long run,” and Sukki reluctantly agreed.  With Elder Stow starting on one end and Sukki on the other they fried the back of the line of remaining Vikings with all the power available to them.  Then Sukki cried.

The surviving Vikings surrendered immediately.  They recognized there was no escape.  Many good Saxons, Celts, and mixed bloods died that day, but the king could not help himself.

“That was almost too easy.”

“Let’s hope the Vikings think that and stay out of Wessex,” Elgar said.

“I said you got the better of the deal,” Osric pointed out to the king as Ethelbald rode up shouting.

“That was the greatest slaughter of a heathen-raiding army there has ever been.”

“Can I quote you?” Elgar said, and shouted, “Boston.”  A red-headed streak ran faster than a human could run and jumped right up into Elgar’s saddle, facing him and hugging him.  “Yes, I love you, too,” Elgar said.  “But be a good girl and get down.”

Boston looked at him and the king beside him.  She stood up on the saddle horn and spoke.  “Well, I will get down.”  She flipped to the ground.

“Elgar,” Lincoln waved.

“Lincoln.  Get Alexis and Nanette.  They are not allowed to help.  Lockhart.  Katie.”  He waved so they came over, escorting a monk.

“We will be taking our prisoners to Kingston where we will stay for at least a week, maybe two, while we arrange to return the prisoners with pledges from the Vikings to leave Wessex alone.  You will have about ten days to get to the next time gate, so don’t dawdle.  And who is your friend?”

“Nice to know what I am doing,” King Ethelwulf quipped.

“Cheeky, but worth it,” Osric tossed in.

“This is Wilimbro the monk, alias William the Lesser, alias Ceolnoth, the Archbishop of Canterbury.  We escorted him here.  He needs to see the king.”

“Here I am,” Ethelwulf dismounted for the archbishop.  “Your grace.”

“Your majesty.”

Elgar motioned to Lockhart and Katie.  “You need to go and not stick around.  Take Pinewood and Deerrunner and their people.  You remember Deerrunner?” Elgar asked.  Katie nodded, but Boston interrupted before Katie could speak.

“Piebald around?”

Elgar assured her.  “With Bogus, off chasing the remnant of the Viking reserve company.”

Everyone shivered at the thought of what some wild dwarfs might do to those poor men, but then they paused.  An alien ship lifted off the ground across the river.  It looked big, like the ship the shuttle came from, and Elgar commented.

“Flesh Eaters.  They battle the Apes on and off for about two hundred and fifty years or so.  Remember the Ape ship in the Alps?  These are the ones they were hiding from.”

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MONDAY

The travelers need to stand still and let the Kairos come to them.  Meanwhile, there have been murders in the village, and for once the travelers are not being blamed, though they will be used.  Happy Reading.

*

“What magic is this?” the farmer asked.  “The voice of an angel?”

William opened his mouth, but Boston spoke first.  “Naw, just Katie.  But I will tell her you said that.”

“Not magic,” William said.  “Just one of the fantastical gizmos these people have.  I have seen Elder Stow’s scanner at work.  I have no idea how it works, but I have seen the gizmo.”

Elder Stow ignored everyone and walked to the end of the wagon where he could sit and work on his screen device.  Sukki thought it only right to follow.  Everyone else looked up and saw what they imagined was the shuttle craft get frustrated if an alien spaceship could be called frustrated.

“We might as well go inside,” Alexis suggested.  “It may be a while before we can safely move from here.”

“But I must get to King Ethelwulf” William said.  “He is pledged to help and defend the coast of Kent and the poor people of Canterbury.”

“I am sure that is true, and I am sure he will, but we have to deal with the Flesh Eaters first,” Tony said.

“I hate that name,” Nanette said.

“Accurate,” Boston countered.

“That is why I hate that name.” she said as they looked up.

The shuttle stopped trying to get at them with Vr energy and struck them with whatever main weapon it had.  The beam of sickly yellow light bounced off Elder Stow’s screen and slid down the side to strike the ground outside the screen.

“Gonna make a nice circular ditch in the ground,” Boston said, and grinned about it.

In less than an hour, they heard a call from Lockhart.  They had reached the barrier.

“Hold on, hold on,” Elder Stow said.  “Line up in a row, not in a column, and face the screens.  I will say go.  I am going to turn the screens off for a second, so you need to move fast.”

“Roger… Ready.”

“One-two-three-go.”

All three got inside the screens, and Elder Stow got them back on before the ship overhead could react.  The Flesh Eater Weapon came, but they just added to the circle ditch around the farm.  The Flesh Eaters tried some air to surface missiles.  They did not fare any better than the other options.

“An atomic weapon would not penetrate,” Elder Stow admitted.  “But I would hate to see that used.  It would devastate the countryside for miles around.”

The travelers understood and went to meet everyone in the small farmhouse and around the cooking fires out back where Alexis, Nanette, Sukki, and the farmer’s wife were trying to cook enough food for everyone.  The farmer gave up a cow but admitted he could buy six cows for the six old Roman gold pieces Lincoln shared with him.  “And maybe some sheep and a pig or two as well.”  He had no complaints.

People pitched their tents in the field, and as far as anyone knew, Elder Stow worked on his screen device all night.

###

Elgar sat at the King’s Inn in Guildford.  The food was bland, but filling.  Osric and the King debated some wild scheme to double march the men to arrive before dark and attack right away instead of settling into a camp as expected. Ethelbald just listened.

“Daft,” Elgar borrowed Gwyn’s very apt Celtic word.

“You have a better idea?” Osric asked.

“Men who are exhausted and hungry do not fight well.  Hurrying them to strike before nightfall is asking for a disaster.  We won’t surprise them.  They probably have their own men out spying on us this very moment.  You can be sure they know where we are, how many we are, and will not be fooled.”

“So, what do you recommend?” the king asked.

Elgar nodded and took a moment to set a scene on the table, using what utensils and plates he had available, as he spoke.  “Stop the men about two miles away, or about an hour’s distance.  Set a watch in the night and dare the Vikings to travel an hour through unfamiliar territory to get at us in the dark if they want.  Let the men rest and eat well in the morning.  We can travel the hour or two and should arrive by the fourth hour.  For one, the men will be rested and well fed, and ready to fight.  For two, it is not far enough where the army strings out for miles behind.  It is a short enough walk where the whole army should arrive more or less together and intact.”

“Then what?” Osric asked, but by then Elgar had the table set, and explained.

“The Vikings are here, backs to the river.  On one side they have a natural bend in the river meant to prevent our pitiful few horsemen from riding around and hitting them in the flank.  On the other side, there are trees meant to do the same thing, to prevent our use of horsemen.

“I admit,” Osric said.  “Getting our horsemen to hit them in the side was affective, but it looks like we won’t be able to do that this time.”

Elgar nodded.  “But trees are no barrier to men on foot.  I already have men infiltrating the woods and some are prepared to burn the boats the Vikings have on the river, so they won’t be able to easily escape. “

“But if they line up as you suggest, only one small part of the line will be subject to your men in the forest,” The king said, thinking about it.

“So, we turn the line,” Elgar said.  “Attack at an angle and make them march forward so their backs are to the trees.  I will press in with the reserves right away.”

“Won’t that be you blinking first?” Osric asked.

Elgar shook his head.  “It should be enough to push the Vikings closer to the woods, and then my archers rarely miss—they are hunters, all.  Once the Vikings begin to take arrows in the back, I expect they will begin to break.  The Viking commander will have a dilemma. to strengthen the line with his reserves and have them subject to the same deadly arrow fire or send the reserves into the woods to try and rout out the archers.  I don’t expect many of those men will make it back out of the woods, but you have to trust me on that.”

“And the boats?  How do you propose to burn them behind their backs?

“The river is in our favor.  I have men who can come down the river and catch the Vikings napping.”

“Yes,” the king said.  “You appear to have a whole army that I am not aware of.  How do you explain that one?”

“They are on our side,” Elgar said.  “Trust me.  I am not holding anything from you, but they don’t mingle well with humans.”

“What do you mean… humans?”

Osric shook his head.  “You really don’t want to know.”

“But maybe I do want to know,” the king huffed.  “Maybe there is a better use for those men.”

“But…”

“I want to see them and know what you have.  I insist.”

Elgar shrugged and called, “Pinewood.”  The fairy came to the table, full sized and dressed in hunter green.

“Lord.  Your Majesty.  Lord Osric.”  Pinewood bowed to all three.  “The men are in the woods preparing for the morning after tomorrow.  Piebald and Bogus are looking forward to the greatest slaughter of the heathen that has ever been seen.”

Elgar shook his head.  “The king wants to see what he is working with.  Please get small.”

With a look at Osric, Pinewood got small and fluttered to the table.  The king’s jaw dropped.  Ethelbald screamed, but the king grabbed his arm so he could not escape.  Osric asked if he reacted that way when he first met Pinewood.  “Worse.  Like you had seen a ghost,” Elgar said, and then thanked Pinewood who got big again and kindly left by way of the door.

The king took a second to frame his thoughts.  “But can they be trusted?”

“More than most men,” Elgar said.  “But they don’t like their loyalty questioned, so let’s keep those questions between you and me.”

The king nodded and Ethelbald spoke to Osric.  “I see what you mean, you don’t want to know.”

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In the morning, Elder Stow said he was ready.  He got out his handgun and got Sukki to stand beside him.  He tuned one disc for everyone to filter out the Vr energy but said they were not screens.  They would not protect them from whatever other Flesh Eater weapons they used.

Everyone got down behind a great pile of rocks that the farmer’s family had pulled from the fields over the generations.  A few trees grew there to offer some protection, but it was the best they could do.

Elder Stow instructed Sukki on where best to strike the engine.  He took the energy weapons and missile ports for himself, having mapped them with his scanner.  When the two of them rose up in the air, the farmer’s wife shrieked and looked at the ground.  The farmer just stared.  William laughed and nodded.

“Keep your heads down,” Lockhart insisted.

“Now,” the word came over the watches.

Two beams of power struck the Flesh Eater shuttle at the same time.  The front end of the shuttle exploded when the weapons and missiles exploded.  The back end began to smoke, and the shuttle spun and crashed, where it exploded again.  With all that, Elder Stow came back to the group with a report.

“There may be survivors.  We need to move on.  Also, I saw the hundred Vikings camped just outside where the screens set.  I suspect they will be after us as well.”

“No point in staying here,” the farmer explained to Tony.  “I have some family in Guildford.  We can go there.”  He helped his wife and the baby up into his two-wheeled wagon.  The ox was ready to go, and Tony would lead Ghost and their wagon one step behind.

Decker and Sukki took the wings, Sukki filling in for Elder Stow who stayed with the group and kept one eye on his scanner.  Boston, who reported that the Kairos was moving toward them, stayed out front and kept her senses wide open.  The farmer led the group with Alexis and Lincoln.  Katie and Lockhart brought up the rear so they could keep one eye behind looking for Vikings or any Flesh Eaters that might have survived the crash and might be following them.

The morning stayed quiet, and so much so that the travelers thought to stop for a late lunch when they reached the Winchester Road.  Decker and Katie picked a reasonably defensive spot, but by then the travelers had lost the urgent sense of caution.  They relaxed and enjoyed their lunch, which is why both the Flesh Eaters and the Vikings got inside the limit of where Elder Stow had set his screens, if he needed to deploy them.

The Vikings moved out from their woods.  About twenty horses came into view and prepared to ride to where the wagon turned off the road.  Decker opened fire first.  Katie shot the horses and later said it was too bad.  She had come to appreciate how important and helpful a good horse can be.

“With our cars and trucks, we have no real way to understand that in our day,” she said.

Lockhart agreed.  “I remember the Kairos once saying that the dog might be man’s best friend, but the horse was always man’s best help, or something like that.”

In this case, only a few horses made it back behind the trees.  A few more men ran to safety, but the three on the hill completely busted whatever idea the Vikings had of following the travelers on horseback.

Decker got up and moved to another spot where he could see a long way up the road.  He snapped his scope on to the rifle and got in sniper position.  “They might go up the road and try to cross over on foot in what they think is out of range.”

“We just need to hold them for a while to make sure the wagon gets a good head start.”

Katie understood but spoke, so Decker did not have to say anything.  “But on foot, they can go across country, which the wagon really cannot do, and they might easily catch up.”

Lockhart did not really have an objection to Decker sniping the Vikings, especially if he could keep them from crossing the road.  He just wanted to remind them that they were charged to kill as few people as possible, and only in self-defense.  This counted, but it was close to the line.  They might have all gone with the wagon and dealt with the Vikings if and when they showed up.

They waited a good twenty minutes before Decker opened fire.  It took another five minutes before Vikings came across the field in front of them, yelling murder and screaming obscenities.  Katie opened fire, and after a minute, they came to the outside of shotgun range.  Lockhart added his fire to the mix.  The thunder of the shotgun caused a couple of Vikings to almost pause, berserkers though they might be.

A dozen arrows came from the grass on the other side of the road.  They fell short, but they were likely intended to make the travelers duck and give that much more time for the berserkers to arrive.  The ploy did not work.

“Longbow has not been invented yet,” Katie mumbled to herself before she called.  “Decker.”  Decker turned and added his fire to the attackers.  He flipped his rifle to automatic and began to fire three shot bursts.  Katie did the same.

Lockhart shot the last man just below their position.  “Time to ride,” he said, like he always said when they were on the road and spent a time walking and resting their horses.  The horses stayed good, waiting in the field behind the sharpshooters.  They reached the horses just in time as the Flesh Eater shuttle came over their position.  It only paused a moment, maybe just long enough to scan them before it headed out after the crew with the wagon.

“Damn,” Decker said.  Katie got on her watch communicator as Lockhart mounted and they rode off in the direction the wagon had gone.

###

Elgar rode at the head of his column of men which came in the middle of the line.  His men were disciplined enough to keep up in their companies and not string out all over the road.  He could not say the same for the King’s men or for Osric’s men from Dorset, but at least they kept up.   It was either keep up or be trampled by the men from Somerset.  He could not say the same about the men from Wiltunscir and Bearrocscir who strung out behind him for miles, like a bad tail on a kite.  Some of those men would be lucky to arrive in Guildford by midnight.

“Lord,” Deerrunner rode up behind Elgar, young Marsham with him.

“Deerrunner,” Pinewood, who rode beside Elgar, acknowledged the Elder Elf.

Deerrunner and Marsham fit themselves in behind Elgar and Pinewood, Osfirth and Gwyn holding back to make room, and Deerrunner got straight to the point, a sure sign that he was getting older.

“The Vikings have crossed the Thames as reported, and they are resting and waiting for Ethelwulf to tire his men out trying to get there.  They have set up in the field cut along the river from the old oak forest and put their right flank against the trees that remain, with their left flank against a natural bend in the river.  They have boats on the riverbank they can use to cross back over the river if things go badly, but I expect the Danes imagine things will go well.  They imagine they are safe from being outflanked by horsemen, like they were in Somerset.  And the Vikings also imagine that face to face they can beat you Saxons like they beat Beorhtwulf of Mercia.”

“And well they might if we are not careful,” Elgar said.

Gwyn said something from the rear, and Deerrunner repeated it.  “He says footmen are not hampered going through the woods.  We can still hit their flank, just not with horses.”

Elgar shook his head.  “Deerrunner, and Marsham.  You can take your people into the woods and get bow ready.  Lord Pinewood, too, maybe up in the trees.  Tell Bogus that he and Piebald and whatever dwarfs are with them, and maybe Dumfries and whatever night people, can take the forest floor.  Only two things.  First, no arrow fire unless I give the word.  Second, you can take whatever enemy Vikings go into the woods, but you are not allowed to come out of the woods unless I tell you to.  Understood?”

“Yes Lord,” the two elves and the fairy said.

“We better go set up,” Deerrunner said.  “No need to hurry, though, given the speed of your army.”  He smiled.  Elgar was not above giving the elf a snooty look.

Deerrunner and Marshman rushed off.  Pinewood vanished.  He had been floating along gently beside Elgar and simple presented a glamour of himself being big and riding on a horse.  When he left, the illusion disappeared, and the fairy flew off faster than the men could see.

“Where are they going?” Osfirth asked.  “Hey! What happened to Pinewood.”

“He had to go,” Elgar said.  “I told him he should have thought of that before he left.”  Elgar shrugged.

“No, really,” Osfirth turned to Gwyn.  Gwyn, who knew some of the old Celtic stories told in the land, and who suspected, just shook his head.

“You don’t want to know.”

Most of the way down the front line, where the wagons of the women and children moved along well protected, and where the king rode, the king noticed the men ride up to Elgar and then ride away again.  He turned to Osric and asked what that was all about.  Osric, who had some small experience with Elgar’s strange friends, looked, squinted, stared, and finally answered.

“You don’t want to know.”

###

Boston stopped by the farmhouse and shouted, “Hello.”  As she got down from her horse, she sensed the people there, and the fear they felt toward the Vikings they knew were roaming the area around the Thames.  They were afraid, though they were miles from the river.

“We want no trouble,” a man said, as he came to the door, a spear clutched tightly in his hand.  A woman holding a baby came to the door.  A three or four-year-old boy held tightly to the woman’s dress.

“Good,” Boston said.  “We don’t want any trouble either.  There are Vikings blocking the road to Rochester.  We are trying to get to the Winchester Road by cutting across country.  Sorry about crossing your land, but we could sure use a guide who knows what farm trails to take.  We have a wagon and need a good trail, you see?”

The man visibly relaxed when Sukki rode up.  He lowered his weapon and stepped more into the light.  “You are nuns?  Why are women traveling the road alone?  I think that would be very dangerous.”

“Not alone,” Boston said and pointed back to where the wagon came into view.  “We would pay for a good guide,” she added.

William and Elder Stow hurried forward, leaving Lincoln, Alexis, Tony, and Nanette to bring the wagon.  “Is there something wrong?” Elder Stow asked.

“No, Father,” Sukki said.  “Boston is asking the man if he can guide us to the road.”

“Bishop Ceolnoth,” The farmer’s wife spouted and genuflected.  She came out of the house to take and kiss the man’s hand.

“Please, woman.  I am not the Pope,” William said and made her stand.

“And this is one of your priests?” the farmer guessed and pointed at Elder Stow.

“No such thing,” Elder Stow said.  “I am the girl’s father.”

“Oh…” the Farmer did not know what to say.

“Bishop?” Alexis asked as she arrived.

“Yes,” William said.  “But I have found I can get around easier as a simple monk.  Wilimbro was my name, and men did call me William the Lesser for years before I got shoved into the role of Archbishop of Canterbury.  I chose the name Ceolnoth.  I needed a more Saxon sounding name for the role, but between us, I hope things don’t change.”

“Fair enough,” Lincoln said.  He shook the man’s hand as if for the first time.

Tony came up with the wagon and got down to visit with the farmers.  Nanette tied her horse to the back of the wagon and came forward.  Lincoln shouted to them.  ‘Turns out William is the Archbishop of Canterbury.”

“Okay,” the man said in an unhappy voice.  “We were doing well.  I would rather things not change, and you call me William for now.”

Boston looked at the man and said, “But you should understand, around us, things constantly change, and usually that means trouble.”  In the timing of the little ones, the watch communicators went off and Katie began to shout about the Flesh Eater shuttle being on its way.

“I understand,” Elder Stow said, touching a spot on his belt.  He had the screen device handy and turned it on.  Everyone was well inside the screens.  He set them for instant activation when he got the word, but he also made them permeable to radio waves, so they remained able to communicate.  “Careful when you get nearby.  The particle screen is up.  It will take some time to lower the particle screen and still protect us from the Vr energy.”

“Roger, out,” Katie said even as the ship appeared over the farm.

Decker shouted.  He started to sway and could not seem to open his eyes.

“Decker,” Nanette shouted at him, and Boston and Sukki ran up to see what the problem was.  Sukki arrived in time to see Nanette slap Decker, and yell.  “Open your eyes. Come back to me.”  The shock of the slap got Decker to pop his eyes open, but then he groaned and fell over.

“I’m all right,” Decker breathed.

“What happened?” Sukki asked, but no one was in a position to answer.  Decker sat up when Alexis arrived and knelt beside him to examine him.

“I’m okay.” Decker waved her off.  “I got hit with some kind of hypnotic, hallucinogenic ray of some kind.  I don’t know what that was.”

“I didn’t think anything could touch you when you were with your totem,” Nanette said.

“He got poked in the eye once by a witch,” Boston said.  “Outside Babylon, remember?”

“Thanks,” Decker said, and shook his head.  “I had forgotten that.”

“I think the eagle eye is more like a gift,” Alexis said.  “Like a power”.

“When he first got the gift, he dropped hand grenades on the alien Balok,” Lincoln said.

“Something physical goes with him when he takes to the air,” Alexis remembered the hand grenades.  “There is a real connection to his physical being that stays on earth.”

Decker understood something, anyway.  He got to his feet but had to lean on Nanette for a minute to stay upright.  People waited to hear what he saw.

“About a hundred Vikings as near as I could see.  They only have half a dozen horses, though there may be more horses in the woods.  That was hard to tell with them all staying hidden, but in any case, they are mostly on foot, so if we can get past that point, it is unlikely they will be able to follow us.”

“And did you spy the spaceship?” Elder Stow asked with another glance at his scanner.

Decker did.  “Maybe it saw me and moved fast.  That got my attention.  It came from hovering over that city in the distance and fired some kind of mind-numbing weapon when it got close.  I saw a brilliant flash of colors, felt terrible anxiety—fear, I suppose.  I got dizzy and wanted to throw up.”

“No,” Elder Stow said with some surprise in his voice.  He pulled out his Gott-Druk version of a database and carefully searched.  “Vishantu.”  He read to himself, and Lincoln got out their database and read out loud.

“Vishantu or Flesh Eaters.  Carnivores.  They begin on their victims by drinking the blood and have a tongue specially adapted for that purpose, like a straw.  They can also use their adaptation to suck the marrow from the bones after the flesh is consumed.  Otherwise, they appear near human enough, slightly distorted, mouths too big and gray skin, but humanish.”

Elder Stow interrupted.  “Must be Vr energy.  A very narrow band of what you might call dark energy.  It is a barely discernable by-product of faster than light travel.  It is not something I would have expected these Flesh Eaters even to know about, given the level of technology available to them.”  He waved off the questions and focused on the important point.  “It affects the nervous system and the natural electrical functions of the brain.  It causes a hypnotic state, illusions, or what you call hallucinations, fear, anxiety, pain, paralysis, and death depending on the length of exposure.  Colonel Decker, you must believe me.  The Gott-Druk have outlawed any concentrated use of this energy source.  Most intelligent species that know of it have.  We would never use such a thing, not even on Homo Sapiens.”

“Well, I have the headache,” Decker said.  “Should I look forward to Paralysis and death?”

“There is no lasting trauma,” Elder Stow assured him.  “Good thing you escaped the direct beam.  Your headache should clear up in an hour or so and you should be none the worse.”

“Good to know,” Decker said.  “Meanwhile, I’ll just take these two pain relievers, if you don’t mind.”

“Elder Stow.” Once he knew Decker would be all right, Lockhart changed the subject.  “Let us look at the map you have of the area and see if we can chart the best course to evade the Vikings on the road.”

“Of course,” Elder Stow said.

“Tony.  Join us since you are driving the wagon.  And Elder Stow, you need to get your screen device ready in case that alien ship finds us.”

“Of course,” Elder Stow said again.  “The fourth screen includes a block for Vrocan energy.  Given enough time, I might be able to block just that energy and we could still move, but the whole normal screen will stick us in place until I can devise a workaround.  In that case, the Vikings may catch us.

“It does appear as if the Vikings and these Vish…Flesh Eaters are working together,” Katie said, and Lockhart agreed.

###

“Ethelwulf,” A woman called.  The king paused to turn to her with some annoyance in his expression.  The command tent could only hold so many.  And she should have stayed in Winchester.  She would stay in Guildford whether she liked it or not.  He changed his expression to a smile.

“Osburh.  What is it?  Can’t you see I am in a strategy session before we leave?  We are ready to leave?”  He looked around and everyone agreed.  The Vikings were seen preparing in a field just west of Kingston, in Surry, two long days away.

The woman came into the room carrying a two-year-old on her hip.  “It is the baby.  He won’t eat.”  She looked distressed.

Elgar smiled and tapped Ethelbald to follow.  “So, this is Alfred the Great,” Elgar said.  The two-year-old gave him a funny look and turned his shy head into his mother’s shoulder.  “Go on.”  Elgar poked Ethelbald.  “You’re the big brother.  Encourage him to eat.”

Ethelbald also gave Elgar the same funny look before he turned to the boy and said, sternly.  “Boy, you must eat your food to get big.”

“No.” Elgar said.  “You are not his father.  Sound like you are a big brother who loves his little brother.  Like this.”  He put his hand gently on the boy’s back and spoke kindly.  “You know, those fruits and vegetables keep you healthy.  A good night’s sleep helps too.  Why if you were to get sick it would just break my heart.  So have some fruits and vegetables…”

“And meat,” Ethelbald interrupted.  “It will make you strong.”

“Fish is good,” Elgar said.

Ethelbald made a face.  “I don’t like fish.”

“I do,” Osburh, the queen said.  “What do you think?”  She leaned back and spoke to her child.  The boy nodded, just little.  “Never mind, Ethelwulf.  I think we will be all right now.”  They left and the king turned to Elgar.

“Is that how you speak to your daughters?”

“I try, but what daughter ever listens to her father?  Mostly, my girls do all the talking, and my wife is right in there with them, talking all the time.  I don’t know if they ever say anything.   I swear, though, they would all keep talking in their sleep if they could figure out how.  I’m looking forward to the battlefield where I can have some peace and quiet.”

The king smiled.  Osric rolled his eyes.  Ethelbald laughed after a minute.

###

Elder Stow directed the group down the paths, keeping an eye on what his scanner showed him.  William rode beside him to add his two cents.  He knew the terrain, if not the actual way they had to go.  Boston stayed out front, her senses searching for people, and her eyes open for dips, potholes, and blockages in the path that Elder Stow’s scanner might not pick up. Sukki rode between Boston and the group where she could relay information back to the wagon.  The Gott-Druk might not be good at whispering, but Sukki could shout plenty loud.

Tony drove the wagon while Lincoln and Alexis rode on either side of the mule.  Decker’s rope had already been tied to the wagon and to their horses in case the horses were needed to help drag the wagon up a steep incline or slow it on the downhill side.  Nanette followed the train where her telekinetic magic might help the rear of the wagon over the rocks and rough spots.  It was all they could do.  The cutoff across the open land between Watling Street and the road to Winchester would be slow going.

Lockhart led the rest of the group to a small rise full of Rocks where they first pulled off Watling Street.  They had to move beyond a swampy area before they could move off the road, and that put them within sight of the Vikings blocking the turnoff road to Rochester.  Lockhart revised his thinking about being followed.  Men on horseback would catch them, easily, but even on foot, the Vikings might catch them depending on how slow the wagon had to go in order to arrive in one piece on the Winchester Road.

Lockhart carried his shotgun and had his police special on his hip. The marines, Lieutenant Colonel Decker and Major Katherine Harper-Lockhart had their top-of-the-line military rifles ready.  Katie said the Vikings might be posted in that place to protect the road to Rochester and keep any enterprising locals from interfering with the siege, or whatever was going on around Rochester.  If they saw a group of people pull off the road and turn away from Rochester, the Vikings might be inclined to let them go.

“On the other hand,” Decker countered.  “A dozen people in horseback seen from a distance might suggest the locals are gathering to attack them, and they might follow in force looking to nip that notion in the bud.”

“Nip it in the bud?” Lockhart asked.

“Prevent that from happening.”

“I know what it means.  You don’t usually speak in cliché expressions.”

“Comes from Hanging out with Nanette,” Decker said with a straight face and focused his eyes on the Vikings in the distance.

“Yes, about that…” Lockhart started, but Katie nudged him to get his attention.

“Don’t go there,” she said.

After a moment of silence, Decker responded.  “It’s good.  I’m good.  Now, I see some movement among the Vikings.”

Katie looked back and saw the wagon just pulling off the road.

“We don’t need to kill them all,” Lockhart said, turning his eyes to focus on the task.  “Just discourage them from following.”  They all concentrated until Lockhart added.  “Nip that notion in the bud.”

************************

MONDAY

Vikings and aliens.  Events are heading toward a showdown.  Until then, Happy Reading.

*

When Boston and Sukki got up for the morning shift, William was already up and in morning prayers.  “Must keep discipline,” he said.  Boston understood.  She got the fire going while Sukki put on the breakfast leftovers.  They walked once around the camp and found everything still and quiet.

The sunrise got rated a four that day.  It stayed a bit overcast.  They had a couple of hours of sunshine the afternoon before, but otherwise it remained overcast since they came into that time zone.  They camped in a fallow field off the road, so there would be no Vikings sneaking through the woods to get at them.

“Maybe rain.”  Boston examined the clouds.

“Maybe,” Sukki said, as they sat and watched the ground level mist slowly clear.

“Watling Street,” Katie said when she and Lockhart got up.  “It runs from Canterbury to London.  We should be near Rochester.  I can’t imagine London is safe if it is in Viking hands.”

“We are too close to the coast,” Decker said, as he came to the fire, yawning.

“We are,” Lincoln agreed, as he and Alexis arrived.

“I wonder what is happening in Rochester?” Alexis asked.

“You mean, Durobrivis?” William asked as he came to join the others.

“Yes, Durobrivis,” Katie said.

William sat.  “Last I heard, they are still resisting.  The city was sacked and burned by a big raiding party of Vikings about ten years ago.  Since then, they built up their defenses.  Time will tell if they did enough to hold off the Danes this time.”

“Bread?” Alexis asked.  She got out some elf crackers and put on the water to boil.

“Yes, please,” William said.  He called it the best bread he ever ate.

“Not for me,” Lockhart said, and drank this time period’s poor excuse for tea, and thought about coffee.

Tony came out, let out a big yawn, and sat to fix a plate of leftovers and bread.  Then he asked.

“Does the road we are on go through the city?”

“No, no.” William said.  “It goes close, maybe too close, but outside of the city and continues to London.  We stay about a mile from Durobrivis, but shortly after that spot we go…”  He showed with his hand.

“Left,” Alexis said.

“Yes.  It is the road to Winchester.  About a hundred miles from that point to Winchester.”

“And we will move away from the coast at that point?” Decker said.

“Yes,” William confirmed.  “Away from the Vikings.  But near the Thames.   We go through Surry. I don’t honestly know if the Danes may have pushed up the Thames from London.”  He looked at Alexis.  “Do you have the recipe for this bread?”

Alexis looked at the travelers, but Boston spoke right up.  “It is elf bread.  My people are smart.”

Alexis shrugged.  Lincoln gave Boston a hard look because for once he kept his mouth shut. William paused in his eating before he shrugged and finished his breakfast.  “It is good, whoever made it.”

“You are not surprised at the mention of elves?” Nanette wondered.

William shook his head.  “I have heard stories of the little people all my life.  I don’t know what they are or how they fit into God’s economy, but who am I to say those stories are not true?  I prefer to keep an open mind and trust the Lord to show me what I need to know to do his will in this life.  That is all that really matters.”

“Very wise,” Alexis said.

After they cleaned up the campsite and started up the road, Lockhart seemed more awake and asked a question.  “You think the Vikings may have pushed up the Thames from London?”

William shrugged, not that Lockhart could see him since he rode behind.  “All I can say is this was not a typical raiding party.  These Vikings appeared in numbers more like an invasion force.  More than three hundred ships.  They had the strength to drive off the King of Mercia and had enough men leftover to overrun Canterbury at about the same time.”

“Not good,” Lincoln mumbled.  Lockhart looked at Katie, but all she could do was nod.

###

Elgar led his thousand men of mixed Celts and Germans into Winchester.  Gwyn and Osfirth would have to find a place for the men to stay while he went to see the king.  He did not doubt the king wanted to see Elgar’s brother, Eanwulf, the Eorldomen of Somerset, but Eanwulf’s wife was expecting, and the pregnancy had not been a good one.

“Your Majesty,” Elgar said in his most humble voice.  “I am your most humble servant.” He bowed.

Unfortunately, Osric, the Earl of Dorset stood there and scoffed.  “Forget it, Elgar.  You are not fooling anyone.”

“Elgar?” the king asked, confused.

“Eangar of Somerset, though Elgar is my name.  Second son of Eanric, who with his father overthrew the fort of Watchet, the last British stronghold in the marshland.  My father was made Eorldomen of Somerset by your father Egbert, a title my older brother Eanwulf now holds.”

“Yes, why is Eanwulf not here?”

“Alas, his wife is with child and struggling.  He fears to lose her in the birthing.  As the good younger brother, I felt it was my duty to lead the men of Somerset, all of whom have experience fighting these Vikings.”

“Good younger brother,” Osric scoffed.

Elgar, who was around thirty-one, looked at the nineteen-year-old that stood beside the king and winked.  He assumed the young man was Ethelbald, the eldest surviving son, and Ethelbald responded with a big grin.

King Ethelwulf looked serious as Elgar continued.

“I have a thousand Saxons, British, Jutes, and Dumnonii who are all good neighbors, as all men should be, and who all have experience fighting the Vikings.  I have brought many from Watchet and the small coastal estate by brother has granted to me.”

“What?  Why is he granting land?” the king frowned.

“Ah,” Elgar said.  “Just the coast from the border with Devon to the mouth of the Parret River.  He has charged me to face and drive off whatever invading Danes might come along.  I see it less as a land grant and more of a fiery duty.”

“The coast?” the king said, and thought for a minute before he added, “I won’t argue with that.”

“Your majesty is too kind,” Elgar said, and gave Osric a sly grin.

“Stop,” Osric said.  “You are going to make me sick.  But he speaks the truth about his men.  Elgar was the one insisted we keep back a third of our men in reserve.  We kept about a quarter that were willing.  When we arrived at the battle, we saw the Danes held back some men in reserve as well.”

“What happened?” Ethelbald, the son spoke for the first time.

“The Danish commander blinked first,” Elgar said.

Osric agreed.  “They threw their men into the line first to try and break us, and it had an impact on our line, but Elgar waited.  I got nervous.  But when our line began to give way, Elgar pressed forward with the reserves and those fresh troops broke the Danish line.  It was a great victory.”

“I see,” The king said.  “I hardly expected good Saxon fighting men would be held back once the battle lines were drawn up.”

“We matched the Danes the way they fight, and our good men beat their good men,” Elgar said.

“Frankly,” Osric finished.  “He is a bit of a cheek, but between Elgar and his brother, you got the better of the deal.”

“And what do you have to say for yourself?” King Ethelwulf gave Elgar a hard stare.  Ethelbald drew back a little even though the stare was not directed at him.

Elgar looked serious.  “To be perfectly honest.  I love my wife, and we have three lovely daughters.  I had a son, but he died a few years ago.  Back home, I have a house full of women.  I figure dealing with a few Vikings will be less taxing than the cat fights I get in my house.”

The king thought again before he laughed.

###

Boston came back to the group, concerned, but not yelling.  The Vikings ahead waited in ambush, not necessarily for the travelers, but for any person or group that might be traveling on the road.  About a hundred of them stood around the sparse tree cover, their campfires well hidden.  A few hid behind the couple of farm wagons abandoned where the side road turned off Watling Street and headed toward Rochester.  No sign of the farmers, but one of the wagons smoked, like it got burned, and a couple of oxen stood in the field, grazing on what they could find.

Boston sent Sukki to the group as soon as she sensed the trouble in the road ahead.  The travelers all stopped and dismounted.  Presently, Elder Stow with his scanner and Decker with his eagle totem were looking for a way across country to the road to Winchester.  Lincoln checked the database but said the maps of that era were not the best.

“No reason to confront the Vikings or get in a shootout if we don’t have to,” Lockhart said.

“There are hills of a sort beneath our position,” Katie said, shading her eyes to look. “They don’t look too difficult.”

“It’s the north downs,” Lincoln said.

“It can be treacherous,” William interjected.  “The Romans only cut one road through there, the Winchester Road to go west from Londinium, and they had to come down to Durobrivis to start cutting through.  The road above runs along the Thames, but on the other side of the river.”

“We don’t need to cut through the downs,” Lockhart said.  “Just cut the corner to the Winchester Road.”

William and Lincoln both shrugged.

“My father,” Elder Stow came up first.  “There are farms and farm roads all through the area we need to go.  It will be tricky, but we should be able to manage it.”

“We used to go through the pure wilderness before roads were a thing,” Lincoln said.

“Yes, but back then we did not have a wagon and often had to backtrack to find a better way through,” Katie countered.

“My mother,” Elder Stow continued.  “I am picking up something else on the outer edge of the scanner.  The image is not clear at that distance, but I would guess an alien ship of some sort.”

“Great,” Lincoln said, giving vent to his full sarcasm.  “As if rampaging Vikings were not enough.”