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Medieval 6: K and Y 10 Trouble at Home, part 2 of 2

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Kirstie

Kirstie looked at Yrsa who sat on the floor with Soren. He looked ready to take a nap.

“Go on,” Yrsa said. “Soren and I will be fine.”

Wilam and Kirstie stepped outside and saw their things piled up in front of the door. They paused long enough to take their things inside as Wilam told Yrsa. “The wagon driver abandoned us.”

“I don’t blame him,” Yrsa said. “A Viking raid can be frightening.”

“No telling who might still be around,” Wilam said as the couple turned to head into the village center.

Kirstie shook her head. “They are all on the road back to the coast with whatever they took from the town. You can be sure none of them are around where they might be caught and killed.”

Wilam understood that. He also looked at the faces of the dead, but they were mostly faces he grew up around. It appeared that roughly three locals died for every one Viking, and this was a village of former mostly Danish Vikings who settled on the land. Brant’s father was a Norseman, but it amounted to the same thing. Still, the invaders took a three to one toll. They must have surprised the village, like at dawn when people were asleep or just waking up.

“Wilam.” They were found. A young man ran to them. Kirstie guessed it was Hrothgar, Brant’s baby brother. “Father is over here,” he said and led them to the entrance of the longhouse. The man was dead, and several others died around him. Several Viking raiders died in the entrance to the longhouse as well.

“Father Sven,” Wilam touched the man, but he was gone.

“Father made me go inside,” Hrothgar said. “He said I would be the backup in case the raiders got passed him and into the building.” He paused and let out some tears. “I didn’t know what to do. It was all so frightening and sudden.”

“Come on,” Wilam said, kindly. “We must go home. Eadmund does not have long to live.”

“Eadmund?” Hrothgar said, and he took off running.

“Wilam.” an older man stopped them from following Hrothgar. “I hid behind the grocer’s shop. I heard them talking. They are going to Ellingham before they return to their ships.”

Wilam said nothing. He looked in the direction of his home, grabbed Kirstie’s hand and they ran to the house.

Wilam and Brant’s horses were still out in front of Brant’s house, saddled, and ready to ride. “Hurry,” Wilam said, but Kirstie did not know how to ride a horse. She was just thinking of getting some and learning. She had not actually done it yet, but she did have one option. The Princess was practically born on horseback.

“Ready,” Kirstie said and traded places through time with the Princess. She came in her armor, her sword at her back and her long knife across the small of her back. She leapt up on the horse, but then had to let Wilam take the lead. They rode flat out for the hour and arrived at a farm where the Vikings were just leaving. Wilam got down to run into the house. The Princess stood on her horse’s back and let an arrow fly. Her arrow was hardly a perfect shot, but she caught one of the Vikings in the leg.

Kirstie came back as soon as the Princess dismounted. She followed Wilam into the house. She saw the two boys, Ecgberht and Godric, down by the barn where they hid. Wilam’s Stepfather Espen sat in the kitchen with a deep wound in his side. His mother, Wilburg looked covered in blood. She had a broken arm and cried as she tried to stop Espen from bleeding to death.

“Look out,” Greta said. Wilam recognized her and pulled his mother aside. Greta spread an ointment to numb the pain in the man’s side, and also some ointment on the man’s knee where he had been cut. The knee looked crushed. She got her thread back out and immediately began to stitch the side closed while she spoke. “I don’t know if anything vital had been cut. All I can do is close the wound and hope that it heals.” When she finished, she looked at the knee, clicked her tongue, and looked at the man who was awake and not in too much pain because of the anesthetic ointment.

“What?” he asked.

Greta turned to Wilam’s mother. Her broken arm was easy to set, a clean break, and she found some wood to make a temporary splint and some cloth to make a sling. She spoke to Espen.

“If you are stubborn enough to survive, you will limp after this, but you must stay off your leg for a month or you will not survive.” She had a different ointment with some antibiotic properties she spread against infection, and she set what bones in his knee that she could and wrapped the leg and his side with the cleanest cloth she could find in the house, but it would be up to the man to rest and stay off his leg and not lift anything that might stress his side.

“Your wife?” Espen pointed at Greta.

“Not exactly,” Wilam said. “Sort of,” he said, which confused his mother and father. Greta thought it best to go outside before she let Kirstie come back. When she did, she called to the boys down by the barn. They were already running to the house, and when they arrived, they yelled.

“They took Mary Katherine. They took Mary Kathrine.”

Wilam wanted to mount up immediately and chase the Vikings, but Kirstie would not let him. “You will just get yourself killed,” she said. “Let the Princess track them. You and me alone will not help matters. We need an army.”

Wilam wanted to argue, though he knew she was not wrong. He turned to his brothers. “Ecgberht, get out the wagon and hitch up the mule. Godric, help. Kirstie and I will ride carefully to town to see what has transpired. If the Vikings have left, we may stop to gather some men to help. You need to get Mother and Father in the wagon with plenty of blankets to cushion their injuries and head for Lucker. Go to the Svenson house and stay there until I come for you.

“Why can’t we stay here?” Mother Wilburg asked.

“You and Father are in no condition to take care of yourselves, and neither is Brant’s mother. Brant’s father is gone. The Vikings attacked Lucker first before coming here. Hrothgar survived and with Ecgberht and Godric you will be surrounded by boys who can protect you if the Vikings return. I don’t know about supper. None of you should be cooking and such.” Wilam paused to look at Kirstie.

“Birdie and Missus Kettle,” Kirstie decided. She clapped her hands and the two dwarf wives appeared. Kirstie explained the special assignment and also explained about the wounds, then Wilam and Kirstie, or rather the Princess mounted up and went to town. The Vikings apparently stole some wagons. They piled up all their stolen loot from Lucker and Ellingham and drove the wagons toward the sea.

The trail should be easy to follow,” the Princess said. “But we need men to go with us. Just the two of us will not do any good.”

Medieval 5: K and Y 19 Taken by Strangers, part 1 of 3

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Kirstie

In the morning, when the sun rose and Father McAndrews and the girls finished their Haddock with a bread and water breakfast, the girls hugged the old man, promised not to give him away, and headed back toward the ships. Kirstie offered a thought.

“Even if we end up staying here for a week, he should be all right with the smoked fish we left for him.”

“And the full water bucket,” Yrsa said, and then she added, “Have you thought about what you are going to do about you-know-who?”

Kirstie looked at her friend and shook her head. “Danna, the mother goddess says she is ready when the time comes, but I don’t see what else I can do. He has had three chances to do the right thing and go over to the other side, and three times he has refused. He seems determined to be worshiped and bring humanity back under the old way of the gods, his gods. This cannot be. The old way has gone, and the new way has come.”

Yrsa nodded slightly but said nothing.

“Kirstie!” Kare, of all people, saw her first and ran to her. He grabbed her and sort of hugged her before he angrily grabbed her by the upper arm and dragged her into the camp. “We were worried about you out there in the rain and the dark. We searched for you until it got too dark to see and the rain came hard. Where did you go? What did you do all night?” He showed concern, but anger as well, like how dare she run off without him right there to watch her.

“You must be hungry,” Thoren said, but Kirstie shook her head.

“Kirstie called a fish from the sea,” Yrsa said. “We found a place to shelter, and she made a fire so we could cook the fish. We are fine.”

All Kirstie could think was at least Kare knew how to hug.

“Come on,” Kare said. “Captains Ulf and Odger came in early this morning, and he has called the captains together for a meeting.” Kirstie arrived in time to hear something very disturbing.

“Cnut remains a believer in the old ways, and he is fighting against this Christian business as much as against the kings in the land. He knows Lindisfarne is responsible for reaching the people with the Christ. He wants it utterly destroyed. He wants to finish the job Halfdan Ragnarsson started twenty-five years ago. I figure after twenty-five years the monks have had plenty of time to refill their coffers with plenty of gold and silver, and that will be ours to take.”

“So, to understand,” Harrold said. “You are telling us now that Cnut is not concerned about Bamburgh. Lindisfarne has been the target all along, only you are just now telling us.”

“No. The raiding was an important first part of the deal, but I figured we needed to keep one eye focused on the king’s city in case he did send the army after us. Now I figure all eyes will be focused south from here and no one will be looking north toward the monastery, so ruining the place should be easy.”

“And Cnut won’t pay us unless we destroy the monastery. Is that so?” Jarl said.

“Basically,” Ulf said, but he said it in a way like he was surprised anyone might object. “Look, there is no rush. Let my crew rest today and tend their wounds. We can sail to the island in the morning and still take them completely by surprise.”

No one said any more. Kirstie and Yrsa backed away. Unfortunately, Kare and Thoren stayed right with them.

Kirstie whispered. “We have to get free and get Father McAndrews. We have to warn the people of Lindisfarne.”

“Thank you, Lady. I was thinking the same thing but did not know if I should say it.”

They began to make plans.

Near the end of the day, Kare left their little camp to talk to Harrold. Thoren stayed by the fire to watch the girls, but Kirstie imagined she would have no other chance. “Now,” she whispered and stood.

“Where are you going?” Thoren asked.

“To relieve myself?” Kirstie said.

Thoren looked closely at their faces and said something Kirstie did not expect. “You better hurry before Kare gets back.” They hurried.

“He knew we were leaving the camp” Yrsa said.

“Not necessarily,” Kirstie tried to object.

“He knew we were leaving the camp,” Yrsa repeated. “I would say he knew we had found a way to get to Lindisfarne and warn the people, and he let us go to do that.”

“So, like he said, let’s hurry.” Kirstie thought Thoren was a better man than Kare. She did not mind the man marrying Hilda.

When they reached the shore and cave, and explained what was happening, Father McAndrews panicked a little. He calmed when he said the journey in his little boat only took a couple of hours.

“So, no need to rush,” Kirstie said. “They won’t move out until tomorrow morning. We can have supper first and you can pack before we go. Where is the boat?”

Father McAndrews took them to the edge of the cave and pointed down. “There. in the hollow space between that big rock and the cliff. It is covered against the rain and any breakers big enough to wash over the big rock, but that only happens in the worst of storms. Last night was not so bad.”

Kirstie nodded. She built up the fire while Yrsa fixed the second haddock, the smaller one. Small was fine since they would not be saving any for breakfast. Somehow, she managed to remove the smokey flavor, so it tasted like fresh caught.

“How did you do that,” Father McAndrews asked.

“Secret old family recipe,” Yrsa answered, and Father McAndrews did not pry.

When they had eaten, Father McAndrews said they better hurry. “The sun will set in an hour and we want to be well out of these islands by then. There are rocks in many places to avoid and I have to be able to see the landmarks.”

Kirstie shook her head. “Better we leave after dark, so we won’t be spotted by our people.”

“That would be dangerous,” Father McAndrews countered.

“Have faith,” Kirstie said, and they waited until it was nearly dark, and only moved because they heard men talking and shouting, scrounging around on the clifftop.

“Quiet and careful,” Kirstie said and went first down the rocks that made something like a very steep and narrow stairway. They uncovered the boat when they heard the men overhead get louder. They got the boat in the water when one man shouted. They found the cave.

Kirstie and Yrsa sat side by side and each took an oar. They would not let the old man row. Kirstie said he had to stay in the bow and spot their direction, to tell them left or right to avoid the rocks. Getting out into the sea between the islands took some effort, but the father had been correct in his assessment. The waves below the cave were not nearly as strong or high as elsewhere, though the boat still bobbed up and down like a cork.

Medieval 5: K and Y 18 Unexpected Meetings, part 1 of 4

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Kirstie

When the men got back to their ships, they asked the men left to guard the ships if they had any trouble from the locals. The men said they were not disturbed.

“We had men up on the hills there and there. A couple of fishing boats came in our direction, but not passed the mark where we could be seen. Nothing on land as far as we know.

Ulf took that as an invitation to plunder Howick. He sailed by the village a couple of times, which is how he knew about the cove, but the people there seemed vigilant in their sea watch. It never occurred to him before to park his ship up the coast and attack the village from the land side.

“We can be in and at their throats before they know we are there,” Njal the giant said, and smiled about it.

Captain Erikson said he was not going. He said the plan worked well. They got in and out, enriched themselves, and did not have to fight. “My crew is intact, and I would like to keep it that way. Besides, the others will be expecting us in the Farne Islands. We need to get moving while we can.”

Captain Odger decided to join Ulf on the venture, which left it up to Harrold. Toke kept the crew in line, but never offered an opinion on the captain’s decisions. Kirstie sometimes called the man Smee. Kirstie said she was not going and Yrsa supported her. Thoren volunteered to watch the girls. Kare got angry. He wanted to go, but in the end, Harrold decided to head for the Farne Islands with Captain Erikson. Most of his crew from Strindlos looked relieved, and Harrold did not grumble about it too much.

They spent the early morning dividing the loot they gained so each ship carried roughly the same amount. When they later arrived home and divided that into individual shares, no one would get rich. They wished Ulf and Odger luck and rowed out to sea. Once they set the sail, the men could relax, and most of them slept. They had been up about twenty-six or more hours by then.

“Lady,” Yrsa said. Kirstie hoped she did not want to start a long conversation.

Kirstie got as comfortable as she could on the deck before she asked, “What?”

“You know you spoke with Wilam and the people in the village in English, not the Norse we speak at home.”

“I did?” Kirstie thought for a minute and realized what Yrsa said was true. “I did. I guess Elgar helped with that.”

“I was thinking maybe Lady Alice from Avalon might have given you the language.”

Kirstie thought some more. “No? Maybe.” She shrugged.

“Avalon must be lovely,” Yrsa said. “I would love to go there one day.”

“Someday,” Kirstie responded. “But right now, I would like to get some sleep.”

Yrsa groused. “But I’m a light elf. I had a hard time marching through the dark time, but now that it is light time, I can’t sleep.”

“Good,” Kirstie said. “You can take my watch.” She turned on her side and promptly fell asleep.

Once in the Farne islands, they quickly found Rune, Jarl, and the two captains that sailed with them to the Coquet River. Frode mostly told the story with only a few interruptions.

“We got to the river mouth and had to wait a day for everyone to catch up, but we found a swampy area not too shallow for our ships, where we could cover and hide them from watchful eyes. We left five from each crew behind to guard the ships and took a hundred and seventy men to strike the village. We moved in the night, north to the Ain River. It was tricky moving between the city of Rothbury and Burling on the coast without being seen. But once we reached the Ain and had rested, we attacked the village and took them completely unprepared. They surrendered, and we gathered all their things. About a hundred men under Jarl then went down the Ain to the next village and attacked them as well.

“We got so much stuff, we could hardly carry it all,” Jarl said.

“We took weapons and knives, plus some things for the farm and home,” Frode continued.

“And mostly whatever silver coins they had, and any gold,” Rune added.

“Then came the tricky part,” Frode said and paused in case he got interrupted again. He continued. “We left the area near sundown and hurried through the night. A troop came out of Rothbury, maybe two hundred, and maybe a hundred men came from Burling. The stragglers reported seeing the men behind them, but they were all going the wrong way, toward the Ain River where they assumed we had our ships.”

Jarl interrupted again. “I imagine by the time they figured it out, we were back at our ships and sailed into the North Sea. We made a wide swing around to stay well away from the shore so we would not be spotted if they sent out their own ships to sail the coast, looking for us. In any case, we did not see them and arrived here a day before you. We spent that day dividing our loot, so each ship got an equivalent amount of the take.”

“So, tell me,” Kirstie spoke up loudly to get their attention. She was concerned about her own captains, Jarl and Rune. “How did you feel about attacking innocent civilians and stealing everything they had?”

“That wasn’t the way of it,” Frode began, like he had it all rationalized and justified in his mind.

“The people surrendered,” Jarl said. “And we rounded them up and held them in the village open market while we searched their houses and buildings. Only a few of the men who resisted got killed.”

One of the captains Kirstie did not know spoke. “I am sure their king will help replenish them for their losses. Meanwhile, we did our job, and with minimal killing, as you said.”

Kirstie looked again. He must have been at the meeting in the big house. “And you think if we got raided, King Harald Fairhair would compensate us?” People looked away. No one thought that. “I don’t recall any help when the Vanlil attacked us.”

Rune spoke again, but quietly. “No women got abused, as far as I know.” He felt he had to say that for Kirstie’s sake.

“I never thought of it that way” Harrold said. “I just saw them as people, like enemies, people who had things we wanted and needed, and they were greedy and not willing to share.”

“Trade works,” Captain Erikson interjected. “Fair trade can get us what we need without all the killing.”

 “But we don’t have much the people here want or can’t get for themselves,” One of the captains protested.

“Besides,” Frode said. “We are getting paid to do a job.”

“Like mercenaries,” Leif said. “That is an honorable occupation.”

Kirstie kept her mouth shut. The debate about whether or not it was honorable to kill for money would have to be saved for another time.

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MONDAY

Kirstie finds a hermit on the island and Yasmina and company arrive in Alexandria where they find a surprise. Next time. Happy Reading.

 

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Medieval 5: K and Y 17 Surprises, part 3 of 4

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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.

Medieval 5: K and Y 17 Surprises, part 2 of 4

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Kirstie

Harrold and Ulf surprised Kirstie when they walked up to Kirstie and Harrold asked straight out. “Which way do we go?”

To Kirstie’s surprised face, Ulf added, “It is your plan. Best we travel in a way that avoids hamlets and farms where the people might see and give warning.”

“Why are you asking me? I’ve never been to Northumbria.”

Harrold smiled for her, and it was a wicked smile. “Why don’t you ask your maid and her elf friends. Maybe some of those little things that flitter around the home of the Witcher Women. Maybe this place has some little hairy men like the ones working with Svend. The blacksmith has never produced such good work as in the last year or so.”

“Dwarfs,” Kirstie said. “The little hairy men are dwarfs, and I would not recommend speaking badly of them. They are experts at holding a grudge and getting even.”

“Lady,” Yrsa interrupted. “We can go this way.” She pointed up the beach. Ulf looked around like he expected to see some fairies or light elves, but Harrold smiled more broadly and got the men up and moving.

Kirstie added one note to the captains. “We can avoid the obvious farms and Hamlets along the way, but you better tell the men to keep quiet or we will be heard long before we are seen.”

Yrsa and Kirstie walked out front and whispered. Kare and Thoren followed them like they were not about to let the women get out of sight. Kirstie looked back now and then to be sure the men were keeping up, but all she saw was Kare’s vapid smile. It made Kirstie curl her lip in response.

Kirstie could know and hear from the little ones that volunteered to lead the group, but being strictly mortal and human, she would risk getting a headache. Yrsa was tied directly into the network of little ones and could hear and sense the way to go without much effort at all. She did most of the leading and relayed the information to Kirstie, not that either of them had to concentrate on the directions. Mostly, the directions consisted of keep going straight in the direction you are going.

Around noon, Kirstie sent word back that they should be extra quiet. They had to thread the needle between two small hamlets and their farm fields that practically touched. One field had men working, but they got called off for some reason and went down the back of a hill and out of sight as the Vikings moved by. Kirstie got the word as well as Yrsa. “Someone is helping us.” Kirstie did not want to think about it.

They stopped shortly in a wooded area where they could eat and rest. “No fires,” Kirstie insisted, and the captains agreed with that.

“The smoke would be seen for miles.” Captain Erikson spelled it out.

The afternoon was much the same, and they stopped early in a meadow on the side of a hill, surrounded by deep forest. Kirstie showed the three places where the men could build their fires for the night. She explained that the rocks, and the natural contour of the hill, plus the trees would block the light from the fire. Also, the wind appeared to be blowing in the right direction to take the smoke away from the village.

“This is not good farmland, being full of rocks on the hillside,” she told the captains. “The village fields start on the other side of the hill, and there is a road that comes around the hill and leads to the village center. We can pick up the road in the morning when we reach the fields. Meanwhile, though it is less than ten days into May, the day was warm, and I expect the night will not get too cold. Let the men eat and sleep tonight so they will be rested and ready to go in the morning.”

“What about after the deed is done?” Odger asked.

“We cut diagonally through the land back to Howick. A false trail is being laid that points due east toward the sea. Even if they gather fighting men right away, and even if they have horses, they should head toward the sea. By the time they figure it out and come down the coast looking for our ships, we should be well away.” That was all Kirstie planned to say, but then she thought she better add one more note. “Just remember, we can burn houses and loot everything, but we need to drive the people away. We especially want the women and children to complain to the king. Desperate women and children will get the men in Bamburgh moving like nothing else, so no indiscriminate killing.” The captains looked like they were half listening.

Kirstie got awakened by Yrsa before dawn. Gunhild got enlisted to wake them, but Yrsa sensed they were coming so she got Kirstie up and ready. The captains Harrold, Ulf, and Odger had a request. Captain Erikson was kept out of it for some reason.

“You two need to put on your blue and green dresses,” Harrold said. “You need to go into the village and check it out. Let us know where the men are gathering, and if there are any fighters or soldiers in the town, we need to know where they are.”

“The general layout of the place would help,” Odger added.

“I expect you back here two hours after sunrise. That should give us enough time to move in and do the deed and be gone by noon. We will have to move fast but knowing what we are doing will speed things nicely.”

“You don’t want to run into a troop of soldiers or find a local fortress near the town,” Kirstie concluded.

“As you say,” Ulf spoke kindly, though it was clearly not his natural voice. “We wish to minimize the fighting and killing.”

Kirstie frowned at the men and stood. She packed her little bag and glanced at Gunhild. The woman stood with her mouth open. Who knew what she was thinking except maybe sending two young girls in to spy on a strange town seemed dangerous. Kirstie also glanced at Kare and Thoren who were not far away and still snoring, not aware that anything was happening. Kirstie caught a sudden image of Kare as a husband. The burglars could break into the house, rape her, and steal everything, and Kare would sleep through it all.

“We will be back,” Kirstie said with, “Come on Yrsa.”

“Don’t you need to change?” Harrold asked.

“Don’t worry. We will be dressed properly before we get to the village.”

Kirstie and Yrsa got to the road and out of sight of the men behind them before they changed. Kirstie called her blue dress out of Avalon. It replaced her armor and weapons. Yrsa simply had to touch her fairy weave and think what she wanted, and her leather changed into the green dress she liked.

“Let’s try and stay out of the mud,” Kirstie mumbled and said nothing else until they came to the village center. There were only a few people up and out that early. The blacksmith was stoking his fires. One woman was setting a stand in the market area and another woman complained that she was taking her spot. One man walked down the road beside an ox drawn wagon full of hay. A few men stood around the front of a shop, talking quietly, and Kirstie recognized one of them. She said, “Wilam.”

Wilam turned to see who called him. Kirstie stopped a few feet away and watched Wilam’s face turn slowly from curiosity to recognition. “Kirstie?” He got it right.

Kirstie tried not to smile too hugely. “You remembered.”

“It took a second because I never imagined, well, I imagined, but I never saw you in a proper dress,” he said. “You look very nice… Lovely… Beautiful… Stop me when I get to the right word.”

“Any of those will do fine,” she responded and looked down to check herself. She wanted to make a good appearance. “But what are you doing here?” she said, some concern creeping into her voice.

“I live here. Why? What are you doing here?” He picked up on her concern.

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MONDAY

Kirstie spies out the Northumbrian village and has to try and save as many people as she can. Until then, Happy Reading.

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