Viking Spirit: Saga's End

By Susan Schaffner

Crisscrossing eight centuries, Alison and Eirik Sigmusson live extraordinary lives. Ties to their pasttheir ancient Viking pastdraw them into dire family situations, but later day realities are just as perilous. Their idyllic days in Mexico turn deceptive as Eirik is unwittingly accused of thievery and murder, but with the magic of a silver bracelet Alison frees him and justice prevails. From one predicament into another, they are summoned back to medieval Sudrland, (Scotland), where Eiriks brother, Sigmus, and his wife, Asta, must defend their beloved estate, Cairnby Manor, and their Icelandic farmstead, Thjorsardal.

Present and past collide as Eirik contends with Mexican pearl thieves and Sigmus fights for control of his property. Still, the threads of love and loyalty cannot be broken nor the power of destiny thwarted when Eirik and Sigmus battle to restore their rights to the manor and farmstead. Swords clash. Victories are hard-fought. Losses are many as blood runs red. The final stand for Sigmusson honor, of love lost and found, are part of Viking Spirit: Sagas End.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Mar 17, 2016
• ISBN: 9781504975858

Susan Schaffner

In a four-book series, Susan Schaffner merges the mythology and lore of Medieval Vikings and the tribal peoples of Sonora, Mexico, sweeping readers off on a journey through eight hundred years of adventure and romance. From the placid waters of the Sea of Cortez to the storm-ridden North Atlantic, the two cultures collide and intertwine to create a compelling saga.

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Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Six

Epilogue

After Words

Final Words

With Love and Wonder

Sails billowing wide and white,

courses set to catch the sun.

Luxurious days and darkest nights

kept hearts and hopes undone.

Their destination never mattered,

together they remained,

looking though the other's eyes,

two lives in love, untamed.

With time lost, then found,

they searched for every clue.

Secret places in which to dwell

kept promises between the two.

Adrift under starlit skies

fortunate and wondered why.

Endless love belied life's fate,

defying death at heaven's gate.

A. L. Sigmusson

In the Old World

Sigmus ver Sigmusson

Asta Haroldsdóttir

Britna Macquoid - Sigmus' stepmother

Sigmus' men and crew: Gunnar, Ketill, Leif and Valdi

Arn - Foster father to Sigmus

At Bharraich - Sudrland

Aedh Macaoidh - Clan chieftain, cousin to Britna

Margaret - Aedh's daughter once betrothed to Sigmus

Robert Gunn - Margaret's husband

Seamus Bruce - Aedh's Factor

At Cairnby - Sudrland, Scotland

Hamish Macleod - Britna's uncle

Geir Hakonsson - Factor for Britna

Kaithren Hakonsson - Wife to Geir, daughter to Hamish

Visiting from the Iceland Farmstead

Svein Thorvaldsson - Sigmus' uncle, his father's brother

Eydis Sveinsdóttir - Svein's daughter, cousin to Sigmus

Bevan MacGuane - paramour to Eydis

In the New World

Eirik Sigmusson

Alison MacGiverson

Esteban Ortiz - Seri Brujo

Maria Ortiz - Seri Turtle Clan Mother

Carmella - Maria's daughter

Sam Tanner - Eirik's shipping partner

Martin, Paulo and Pritcher - Eirik's crewmen

T. R. Miles & O'Shea - Pinkerton Agents

CHAPTER ONE

Tiburon Island, Mexico -1108

K tamyu was dead.

Sigmus stood over the bloodied body too stunned to believe his eyes. The skraeling chief had been bludgeoned by a war club, undoubtedly by his own people. So much for the grueling voyage they'd made to return his mother's lover back to his desert home. He pondered how to tell Britna that Ktamyu was dead. That she'd lost the man she loved. The man she'd sacrificed everything for, including her own son.

The day before he and Asta had witnessed his brother's disappearance from the beach. They had watched Eirik and his consort, Alison, step into a vaporous cloud, then vanish into nothing. After years of conflict between them, he and Eirik had made peace only to have their pledges of fraternal loyalty destroyed before his eyes. He was as stunned then as now. Would his losses never end?

He dreaded facing Britna. Dreaded the duty of telling her they'd lost another member of their family. He cursed Eirik. Where had his brother gone? Had he gone willingly? In the past, each had relied on the other's judgment and support. Who was he to turn to? Only Asta. He'd finally won Asta's love, but then lost his brother and friend, Ktamyu.

He knelt and touched Ktamyu's arm recalling the good times and laughter they'd shared. The skraeling chief had been a good man. A friend who'd saved their lives more than once. Mired in emotion, he didn't hear the footsteps behind him.

By the curse of Thor! Gunnar said. His voice filled with shock as he and Arn stooped beside Ktamyu's body.

Oh, lord. How could this be? Britna, poor Britna. Arn wiped his face. She will grieve now more than before. Ktamyu were her anchor.

Who could have done this?

Sigmus gently moved Ktamyu's head and showed Gunnar the head wound. The chief's skull had been crushed and dried blood matted his hair.

His own people? Arn asked, raising a brow in disbelief.

Aye. But what reason would they have?

Perhaps they did not ken it be him---his clothes and weapons speak of an outlander.

Sigmus stood. Whatever the reason 'tis clearly dangerous for us to stay longer.

Your plan? Arn inquired, moving to his feet. I say we return to camp with the body. 'Twas Britna who sent us looking for you and Ktamyu.

Aye, she and Asta be worried, Gunnar added. After Eirik's disappearance . . . Alison's too, they be fairly undone and frantic watching for them to return.

Speak not that witch's name to me. 'Twas she who put a spell on Eirik?

You still believe she had dark powers? Gunnar glanced at Arn.

I ken not . . . at this point what does it matter. She and my brother be gone. Damn him and her for leaving . . .

You mean that not, Sigmus. Eirik was your brother. What took him was perhaps a force outside our reason to understand. Perhaps some mystical power here on the island. Arn looked levelly at Sigmus. Shall we carry the body to camp?

What to do, I ken not. Out of respect, how will we bury his body according to his peoples' customs? Would it be at sea, here on the mountain? Do we consume the body with flame?

Arn interceded as clearly Sigmus was distraught and growing more so.

Have Gunnar fetch Asta. She should tell Britna the sorry truth.

Gunnar? Sigmus turned to him for his opinion.

What if we decided to bury him here? We carry him down, only to carry him back. Asta will ken what be best. I say, let her give opinion before news be broke to Britna.

Good. We agree. Gunnar, bring Asta here. If she inquires why . . . just say that I requested she come to me, Sigmus advised.

Gunnar knelt down and stared at the skraeling chief, then rose and quickly left to do his duty.

Sigmus sat beside Ktamyu's body, his thoughts silent but emotions welling.

'Tis the worst misfortune . . ., Arn began.

Eirik warned me it be a fool's errand to return here. Did I listen to him? No! I dismissed his advice as overcautious. He kent the dangers outweighed Britna's tender heart. But what did I do? Encouraged the mad voyage as a way to slip away from Margaret Macaoidh.

Eirik sailed for his own reasons. Namely Asta and Alison. Away from Cairnby, he could sort through his marriage entanglements.

I suppose . . . it always comes back to women.

Likely women say that about us. 'Men! More bother than they be worth.' Arn chuckled.

Sigmus finally smiled. Whatever will Britna do? This be a devastating loss.

She has Cairnby, you and Asta. She will abide Ktamyu's death. Women be strong.

Aye, 'tis so . . . but she has lost too much. After years of sorrow, the will to go on and live becomes tested. One's life unravels and that which gave strength withers away.

Arn raised a brow. A thoughtful comment . . .

Nay mine, but Eirik's. I read his journals . . . perhaps you recall the uproar and Britna's anger directed to me at the time. And Eirik's.

When we return to Cairnby, perhaps you should take possession of his writing. Might be a comfort to you and Asta. And his words may bring answers to you in his stead.

An idea to consider . . . if I be worthy to hold them in my keeping.

Sigmus, he was your brother. Who else should have the honor?

And what kind of a brother was I? One full of envy and greed. One who stole his betrothed, then his wife. One who showed no respect for the man he became. That was the kind of brother I was to him . . . as petty and ruthless as our father.

Aye, oft you and he knocked heads.

We did that, to be sure. I be regretting . . . so many things.

Well, 'tis good to reflect. Time comes when every man must squarely face the truth about himself. For the present, however, decisions need to be made. I say we turn from the past and figure out just how in bloody hell we sail out of here without meeting the skraeling who killed Ktamyu?

Aye, we must depart as soon as Mother allows us. No time to mourn.

"None at all. Wind Serpent be sound, to our favor."

After Gunnar brings Asta here, return to camp. Round up the gear. Replenish the water stores with ample and more. Pack chests and trunks in the hold beneath, but leave my brother's intact. Keep his within reach. Find his navigation stone and the bearing wheel. Perhaps Ketill and Valdi have enough skill between them to find the waters that lay past the jungle river.

Worst part of the voyage, that godforsaken river.

Thrice before we did it, the fourth should be less perilous. At least we ken the hazards. With vermin and females underfoot. He glanced up at Arn, and they chuckled. For the moment each forgot that their friend, Ktamyu, lie dead.

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Gunnar found Asta at the water's edge. Her forlorn face was a clear indication of her broken heart. He paused before approaching and made certain Britna was not in sight, then walked up to Asta posing as a man on a casual errand.

My lady, Asta?

Oh, Gunnar. I did not hear you. Where are the men? Is Sigmus on the prowl for more game?

Nay, not presently . . . but he did bid me to fetch you to the mountain.

Why? Is something wrong? She wiped a tear from her cheek.

I be following Sigmus' order. May I escort you, my lady?

I suppose, if it is that important. Shall I find Britna?

No . . . ah, we should leave anon . . . I be sure Sigmus grows anxious for your aid.

Gunnar unexpectedly took Asta's arm, but she shook free. What goes here? And I can make my own way up the mountain. I ken the trail very well.

I beg you, my lady. Please come with no questions.

Gunnar's earnest look prompted her to acquiesce. All right . . . 'tis just I thought if I stood watch, Eirik and Alison might reappear . . . alas, I am foolish. They are gone.

Would unfortunately seem so. Come, now. Sigmus will have my head if we delay.

Aye, anger seems to be his prevailing emotion . . . though he has been tender with Britna since Eirik disappeared.

Gunnar ignored Asta's comment and quickly herded her past the camp toward the mountain trail. He kept a quick pace, while Asta puffed and lagged behind. Several times he stopped to let her catch up. And by her expression, she was becoming annoyed with him and the arduous pace.

Can we not rest for a moment . . . what does Sigmus want from me?

You be needed, Asta. Please, hurry along. 'Tis not far ahead to where he and Arn be.

And Ktamyu?

Gunnar gulped. Aye, him too.

Taking the twists and turn of the trail, Asta finally stopped and dug in her heels.

Gunnar, I have had enough! Bring Sigmus to me while I drink from the stream. I slept little last night, as he knows, so I would appreciate that he comes to me to solve whatever mystery is afoot.

But . . . He turned and scanned the area. If the skraeling who'd killed Ktamyu were hiding along the trail, Sigmus would flay his arse that he'd put Asta in jeopardy. No, my lady, come now. Forthwith, please.

This best be worth my tired bones and aching feet, she quipped, hurrying to join Gunnar. Up the trail, she saw Sigmus loping toward her. He smiled at her. She waved back, glad to see him and finally be able rest.

Gunnar stopped and took a knee as Sigmus ran up. Thanks, Gunnar. Arn waits ahead. Asta and I will join you shortly. Gunnar nodded, looked at Asta with sympathy and trotted away.

What is wrong with Gunnar? He has acted strange since finding me at the beach. Tell me what is wrong. Her eyes flashed with intense curiosity.

Sigmus wrapped his arms around her and she snuggled to his shoulder.

I feel you are troubled, she said softly.

Aye, more than troubled, dear one. We be faced with more tears and heartache.

Asta leaned back and looked into his bloodshot eyes.

Sigmus . . . oh, God. Tell me what has happened!

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Asta stooped beside Ktamyu. She placed a hand on his shoulder and shook her head. Sigmus and Gunnar each looked on mournfully as Asta quietly wept. The silence of the mountain hung heavy as a gentle wind blew and the cry of a circling hawk made for a poignant moment.

Standing, Asta wiped her eyes. I cannot believe this has happened. Not after yesterday.

I ken you are filled with grief, dear one. But now we need you to think with Britna in mind. What shall we do? Carry the body to camp? Bury it here, or perhaps at sea? Gunnar, Arn and I came to no conclusion what would be best. We rely on you to tell us what be proper.

Britna should make the decision. It is best we carry him below to camp. She paused, then glanced around as a strange visceral feeling bid her to the nearby stream. Sigmus, may I have a moment, yonder by the stream?

Now! The words slipped out more angry than he meant. Asta, we have little time to make a decision.

I ken the urgency, but give me a moment. Alone, if you please. I need to think what to say to Britna, she said, hurrying away into the underbrush. Sigmus could see her plainly, so he relaxed with his men.

What does she, Sigmus? Gunnar looked puzzled.

Eirik always said that she be a fey creature. Perhaps, I have nay seen this side of her before. Matters not to me. I will give her time. Sigmus turned. Go now, Arn. Say nothing to the others lest Mother hear.

Aye. Arn took a last look at Ktamyu, then swiftly departed down the trail.

I will take his weight over my shoulders as far as possible, then you do the same. At least the trail slopes down to the sea. Gunnar bent over Ktamyu.

A sound idea. Sigmus stooped beside him. Gunnar, you were a trusted friend to Eirik. Will you be the same to me? For our return, I must have the loyalty of his men.

I cannot speak for the others, Sigmus. As for me, I will stand at your side as I did for your brother. Gunnar smiled. You and Eirik reconciled past grievances. I would nay hold them against you if he did not.

I hope 'tis true of Ketill, Valdi and Leif. Sigmus stood. Watch Asta closely while I will look for tracks . . . any signs where the skraeling came from or where they head. Do not leave your post. Keep an eye on Asta. We do not want to lose her too.

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Soft gurgling sounds from the stream evoked memories. It had been on the mountain where she and Alison faced the other---where the light first bound them---its warmth comforting as it coiled around them. Alison had saved her from a dark-demise in the depths of the pit. Her heart wrenched---would she ever see Alison again? Without her guidance, she wondered if she had the strength and wisdom to advise Sigmus and be a good wife. The first test was upon her, and she shuddered at the magnitude of it.

She closed her eyes, stilled her thoughts and listened. Shortly, emotions drifted downstream and her mind settled. She sighed as a warm wave swept over her. At first, she thought Alison had come to ease her distress, but when she opened her eyes across the stream sat an elderly skraeling man. He nodded to her, then she to him. Her stomach clenched, her heart beat faster. She felt that she knew him. She started to speak, but he quickly waved her to silence.

"Listen to me Alison's other. Take the dead chief to the sea. Bury him with the fishes. In the wide waters he loved."

Then she realized who he was, the wise man from the dreams. Don Esteban. He'd guided Alison. He was doing the same for her. She would trust him as Alison had. When she started to speak again, he raised his palm to stop her.

"You and the Señor Mark are at last together. The myth has turned like a snake catching its tail. Now, go and bury my chief. Return from where you came. You will be safe in your voyage."

Slowly Don Esteban rose, then with a final nod faded into the mountain scape.

She took a deep breath to calm herself. She understood the reference to Mark. That Sigmus and he were one. Had Esteban always known their connection? Like he'd known her bond with Alison? Whatever the truth, by his grace to her, instructions on Ktamyu's burial had been given. Oh, lord, Ktamyu is dead, she thought.

The tragedy reverberated further than the loss of their dear friend. Britna's heart would break at the realization she'd lost her son, then her lover. She feared for her mother-in-law. Her duty was to console, but how could she find the right words to comfort. Yet Sigmus would be at her side, for that she said a prayer. Over the next months, she would say many prayers. For strength, guidance, and that above all they would endure the dangers at sea.

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Anything to see, Gunnar asked Sigmus upon his return.

Nay, no signs. 'Twas as if whoever stalked him, vanished. I did not want to explore further on my own. He looked over at the stream. Asta rose and walked toward them. Will you take the body first? I must assure Asta that all will be well.

Aye, 'tis best you carry Ktamyu into camp. Britna will likely be there waiting.

Sigmus took Gunnar by the shoulder. My thanks for your friendship.

I will speak to the others. If I ken the men and their loyalty to Eirik, they will show you the same respect, Sigmus. Gunnar stooped and heaved Ktamyu across his shoulders. The chief's hair fell, glistening like a raven's wing as Gunnar trooped ahead.

Sigmus stepped to meet Asta. Did you find an answer? Where we bury Ktamyu? He kissed her gently on the brow. She smiled, reached up and cupped his cheek.

Be safe for me. I could not bear what Britna will have to endure these next weeks.

Worry not for me, dear one. Where do you think we should bury Ktamyu?

At sea. In the blues waters of his home. That is fitting, I believe . . . Ktamyu would want to be buried in the tranquil stillness of the deep. She decided not to tell Sigmus of her vision. At least not for the present, maybe never.

Aye, I believe Ktamyu would want that. To rest in the waters of his homeland.

At least, he will rest in peace. I doubt there was much peace in the violence of his passing.

I suppose not. Asta, how will we tell Mother of this?

She already knows, I fear. Her uncanny sight to see will ease the first pain of her heart. Later, I do not ken how she will be. Asta took Sigmus' hand and put it to her breast. Sigmus, we must keep her close to us. Wherever we make our home, she must stay with us. Only we can help her through these losses. Eirik, Alison and Ktamyu. My god, 'tis hard to believe.

Do not flare to anger if I ask you . . . will you not?

No, Alison had nothing to do with this tragedy.

He shook his head. You be the most loyal loving woman born into this sorry world. I deserve you not. Pausing, he gazed into her eyes. "She did take Eirik from you---from all of us. Alison came and stole my brother with no regard for you, Britna nor myself. From this moment, do not speak of her again. Understand?"

Asta began to cry. She deserves no scorn from you, but because I love you, I will keep her memory locked away. To you I will never speak of her from this day forward.

I ask it of you not to be cruel. I be less forgiving and more vengeful than my sweet lass.

"And who is your sweet lass?"

You, dear one. There ne'er was another, nor will there ever be. He touched her cheek.

Oh, Sigmus, I love you.

His eyes gleamed with surprise. Asta, I have loved you from the first moment I saw you at the farmstead. He took a knee to the ground. This be the worst circumstance, a time of sorrow not joyful beginnings, but will you be my wife?

Suddenly her heart pounded as if it would burst from her chest. His face held expectations that she'd never seen before. She replied more calmly than she felt.

I will . . . with pleasure and love.

Sigmus jumped to his feet. 'Tis my pleasure to love you. His expression turned serious. For the present, let us keep secret what we have declared. Mother needs us, and I swear we will need her too o'er the coming weeks. He kissed her quick, then whispered. You love me?

I do. Asta smiled.

Then I have everything I ever wanted. Sigmus grabbed Asta's hand and they raced down the mountain to catch Gunnar.

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Britna faced the sea as Sigmus walked into camp with Ktamyu across his shoulders. She'd been watching the surf, Hero sitting at the hem of her skirt. It was the dog's forlorn wail that prompted her to spin around and see the unthinkable. She cried out and ran to Sigmus. Asta quickly wrapped her arms around Britna.

What? Oh, God! She shook off Asta's embrace and dropped to her knees. Ktamyu! she shouted. Oh, Ktamyu! No. The men on the beach and Wind Serpent came running when they heard the shouting.

Sigmus gently placed Ktamyu on the sand, then knelt by Britna. She looked at him, her eyes overflowing with tears. Asta held Hero back, but the dog's cries became so pitiful, she let him sit by the dead chief's body. Ketill, Valdi and Leif hurried to join the others on the beach. The sea-harden crew watched Britna with empathy. They'd endured so many hardships, why this? Each though to himself.

Mother, so sorry, Sigmus began, we all be sorry, but 'tis dangerous to stay here now. Take few moments, then we must bury Ktamyu and sail quickly away.

Britna seemed not hear. She reached over to touch Ktamyu's shoulder, then unexpectedly and quite hysterically, began shaking the body as if Ktamyu were only sleeping. Awaken! None of this, ye hear! We be home . . . home to stay. She cried, even though both Sigmus and Asta tried to comfort her.

Arn signaled to the others to step away. Slowly the men nodded, glanced respectfully at the chief, then walked off to attend their duties. Arn waited, but when Sigmus looked up for him to take his leave, he regretfully did.

Mother, Ktamyu was murdered. Likely by his own people . . .

Why? she asked, looking up. What could he hae done to them?

He dressed as we do. Perhaps they knew him not.

Why has God done this to me? First Eirik, now Ktamyu! She broke down in sobs.

Mother, Asta said, wrapping her arm around Britna. There is no why to this that we can possibly understand. Blame not God, but the danger of a hostile land.

Asta and I will stay with you, Mother. Return with us . . .

Britna threw herself over the skraeling chief's body. Nay, he be not dead!!! Nay. Ktamyu, awaken ye to me. Dinna leave me here on my own . . ." Her cries incited Hero to bay and run circles around Ktamyu. Asta grabbed the dog. He became quiet, though panted excessively and whimpered.

We canna bury him in this place. Wild animals may come . . . not here. Let us take him wi' us, Sigmus. I beg of ye. I canna leave him here in the land that claimed his life. Britna looked into Sigmus' eyes, beseeching him to do as she wanted.

Mother, I would do anything for you, you ken that, but 'tis the worst omen to sail with a body aboard. He took her hand. Asta and I feel Ktamyu should rest out there. He pointed. Always, he spoke to me of the clear blue waters of home. We know not what be his people's custom, but with time of the essence, we should decide and act.

I feel that it is best to rest his body in a place he loved, Asta said softly.

How can we toss him into the depths of the water . . . I willna do it . . . willna allow ye to show him such disrespect. Britna wept and collapsed over Ktamyu.

Sigmus shows him no disrespect, Mother. He does what is best for all of us---with regard for Ktamyu, your feelings, and the safety of our men who came with us at our bidding, knowing the peril we faced. Asta stroked Britna's hair. We are all bereft at Ktamyu's passing . . . he was our friend. The man you loved. He will be missed and never forgot.

Britna sat up, her hand resting on Ktamyu's broad chest. She looked gravely at Sigmus, then Asta. Her eyes turned cold and steely. She vehemently shook her head. There was no persuading nor cajoling that could pacify her loss. Britna was totally devastated.

Sigmus tried again. Mother, those who killed Ktamyu likely be watching us even now. For the safety of you and Asta, Eirik's men, Arn and the others, let us proceed. Not without heart, but to expedite our leaving.

Hero pressed closer to Ktamyu's body and Britna. Britna put her arm around him, then rested her head on his furry one. Hero whined and licked Britna's hand. His way of showing regret and affection. After a moment, she sat up and glanced around. With a shudder, she looked at Sigmus and Asta.

Leave me here then. Ye go as planned. I will stay . . . Hero and I will stay wi' Ktamyu.

How can I do that? You must know I would ne'er leave you behind, Sigmus retorted.

Ye were before. That be the plan.

Mother, that was before . . . everything has changed. Sigmus looked at Asta. Rapidly he was becoming impatient. Be the reasonable wise woman that you are. We must sail forthwith. You know that to be the truth of the situation.

We were going to live here, he and I, on his island home. And be happy, forgetting the past and living for ourselves. Was that too much to ask for, a bit of happiness before we died?

Fate be unpredictable, Mother. Sigmus rose. Arn, he called. Arn walked swiftly up to them. Time to prepare. Britna will say her farewells. Have the men load all our supplies and be ready to sail.

Aye. I will see that it be done. Arn hesitated, then knelt by Ktamyu and Britna. My lady, Britna. You and I seen much loss in our lives, but always joy replaces the pain. There be good things in which you can look forward. Think about the love you will have for Sigmus and Asta's children. There be a bright horizon for you. Ktamyu would nay want you to grieve.

Ye ken that, Arn? Do ye? Her tone was hard.

I do. Ktamyu and I spoke of death . . . and he had had plenty in his life. He lost his wife and children. When Britna looked surprised, he continued. Aye, my lady. Ktamyu's life was hard and beset with dark days. Between us we spoke as elder men to the other. The guilt he felt o'er our journey. He wanted you, but not for what it would cost you in the end.

I, ah . . . ne'er suspected his feelings, Britna whispered. I thought I kent his thoughts and heart. Seems I didna after all. She smiled at Arn, then her eyes drifted up to Sigmus'. See to what needs doing, my son. Asta and I will make ready to sail.

Britna leaned over and kissed Ktamyu's cheek. Tears rolled from her eyes, then she grasped Arn's steady arm. Together they rose, and Britna faced Sigmus. She shook her head. She'd let heartbreak speak for common sense. Sigmus took her by the chin and smiled. Quickly, she fell into his embrace.

Forgive me, Sigmus. She reached out her hand to Asta. Ye too, daughter. I hae shamed myself. A foolish auld woman, crying for her losses. Forgive me, please.

No need, Mother . . . we share the same sorrow, Sigmus said soothingly.

Hero, come. Arn tugged the dog by the scruff of the neck. Hero growled.

Go on, wi' Arn. Hero! Go, laddie! Britna commanded. The dog quickly obeyed, trotting off with Arn to the faering. Give me another moment. Will ye, just to say one last farewell?

May I sit with you? Asta asked, afraid that Britna's delicate state of mind might falter into more tears, delaying their departure. She glanced nervously around.

Nay, go on wi' Sigmus . . . I want one more parting kiss.

Hesitantly, Asta nodded, then walked off to gather her chest. She turned back twice and looked at her mother-in-law bent over Ktamyu's body. Britna's shoulders shook, and it was evident she cried. Then with head thrown back, she wailed one last time to the heavens and slowly wavered to her feet.

Asta waited, then went to Britna. Her mother-in-law's eyes were red, her gait wobbly as they walked together toward the faering. That Britna mourned her loss to the bone, effected Asta the same. The momentum of events had kept her close by Sigmus' side, but now she too felt the inexorable loss of Eirik, Alison, and Britna's pain for Ktamyu. "Eirik is gone, she whispered. Oh God, Alison where are you?"

Unaware that Sigmus stood behind her, she flinched when he asked, Sorry, that he be gone and nay me? There was doubt in his eyes as she faced him.

No. He did not belong to me, but to Alison. She took his hand. Happy I am that she came and settled my feelings. Do you forget so swiftly my dream of your death and my reaction? What we promised on the mountain?

I do not forget, but you loved him deeply, that I remember.

If we are to trust the other, we must have faith.

What is faith? He asked dryly.

Just belief, in the deepest part of yourself . . . your soul.

Men have no souls, that be something only women have. How could we kill so easily if we had one? He glanced away as Arn signaled from the faering. Come, we must take Ktamyu for burial.

Not until you hear my words. You asked me to marry you, aye? He nodded. I accepted with my whole heart. If you have no faith yourself, then at least trust my faithfulness to you. I never lie and when I did, who did I lie for?

For me? The corner of his mouth twitched.

"For you. I lied to Eirik. To keep you safe, and him. To keep peace between you two."

Then you cared for me months before Alison came?

I did. Alison helped me see that. Let me just say this. I cared for Eirik in a special way. The way a young girl feels for the first man who looks at her with admiration. He saved my life, gave me his family. He gave me you. I just realized it too late to thank him.

Perhaps he knew.

If he did not, she hesitated, "Alison will enlighten him. She smiled. Arn grows impatient. Britna wonders why we stand here conversing. We have many nights ahead, in the safety of our bed, to speak of these things. For the present, my love, find us our home. Then we can finally begin our lives together."

I do love you, Asta. I always have.

I know. Be at ease, your love rests safely in my heart.

Sigmus? He turned as Britna walked up. May I intrude?

You ne'er intrude, Mother.

I be ready to leave. Her eyes were red and swollen. Her hand shook when she reached out for him. Take us home, my son. Take us back to Cairnby.

Sigmus gathered Britna into his arms and held her close. As she sobbed into his shoulder, he embraced her for several minutes, keeping her distracted until Arn wrapped Ktamyu's body in an otter pelt and carried him to the faering. When Arn beckoned, Sigmus led Britna and Asta to the small boat. They climbed inside, Arn took the oars as Sigmus pushed the boat from the shore.

Good-bye, Eirik. Farewell, Alison. Remember I love you. She leaned toward Asta. Asta smoothed her hair and held her. Do ye think they be somewhere and will ken we miss them?

Mother, if I know Alison, she is here in spirit, her prayers for you and Ktamyu on her lips.

All this will surely be something to ponder in the days ahead. Eirik vanishes before our eyes, my Ktamyu dies hours after returning to his beloved home. Tis senseless, our losses . . ."

Aye, Mother. But whoever said life made sense? 'Tis one mad happening after another, with a fair amount of danger in the mix. Sigmus smiled.

Well, we have each other to cling to and to love.

Aye, Asta. Not all be as bleak as it seems. I hae ye and Sigmus by my side. One day we will remember this voyage and marvel we returned from afar. Britna looked down at Ktamyu's body. A swag of black hair fell free. She took a small knife from her belt and cut a lock. There, I hae something of him forever.

Sigmus and Arn glanced at the other. Women spoke of life's arduous journey, but men had to navigate them through the dangers until reaching the safe waters of home. Sigmus had lost his brother and his navigator, but Asta and Britna were his anchors. For them, he would use all his skills at sailing, his daring to test the limits of the ship and mettle of his men. With his innate aptitude, of which his reputation had been forged, he would guide them till journey's end. For the lives of those women he loved, he would see them returned to the refuge of Cairnby, or else die trying.

CHAPTER TWO

A sta could not watch Ktamyu slip into the water, nor look at Britna's anguished face. The splash of the body as it struck the water, was enough. She kept her focus ashore on the lonely, rocky cove where Eirik and Alison had disappeared. Likely to that faraway place where Alison had come.

She was right when she told Sigmus that Eirik was not hers. Once Alison became flesh and blood, it was apparent that her attraction to Eirik was greater than love, as his was for her. They were two mated souls meant to be together. So, where did that leave her and Alison? She'd been told that they had been one soul, fractured by traumatic events and eventually would reunite. But as the months unfolded, their connection to the other hadn't been that easy to understand.

Or maybe it was as clear as the sea surrounding the skraeling island. Her limited knowledge would never meld with Alison's quest to know everything about herself and the world. Alison had tried to tell her they were two halves of the same soul, but not compatible in the time and place where they'd found themselves. So, perhaps it was time that was the crucial element in their puzzling situation. As for place, she was content to think of Cairnby as her home.

Sigmus and she were better matched. He was direct, strong and uncomplicated. He did not look under every rock for what might be hidden there, did not linger in thought, weighing his options. He took what he wanted, he'd taken her. He'd seen her, wanted her. Tried other women, but bided his time to claim what he longed to have. She was flattered, thinking of him calculating his strategy to woo her away from Eirik. It almost made her laugh, if she didn't miss Eirik and Alison so much.

What would the future hold for Sigmus and her? A life at Cairnby instead of the farmstead? Many days at sea would pass before they would sail into familiar waters. One day at a time, she thought. Above everything she must stay strong. Sigmus and Britna needed her, and she would not let them down. She would do everything that was asked of her, and live her life not as Alison would have, but as Asta Haroldsdötter would. With Sigmus by her side, she by his, they would create a life with honor, love, loyalty and family. Then maybe some day she'd meet Alison as her equal. In her own right, a woman with her own purpose.

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Britna rested her head on Asta's lap. They'd remained that way, behind the trunks, for several hours. Britna tried to sleep, more often she lay awake, shaking with grief. Hero stayed by their sides, assuming his role as faithful watchdog. With eyes open and alert, he pressed his body next to Britna's, giving to her his canine condolences while she stroked his fur in gloomy reflection.

Wind calm, sea flat and glass-like, Sigmus kept the ship at a leisurely sail. They were out of harm's way, no need to hurry away from the tranquil waters of Ktamyu's home. The land drifted by and changed from dry, desolate desert to dense sultry jungle. Though the mood on board was relief that the island was behind them, spirits mourned the loss of the skraeling chief. Especially Sigmus kept to himself, periodically checking on Asta and Britna, then returning to the lypting to stand watch.

Asta left him alone to suffer his grief by himself. He'd lost his brother, and their bond had been more than Sigmus had ever admitted. He'd always had Eirik, now he was alone. Gunnar, and Leif, Ketill and Valdi were no replacements for Eirik, yet she was glad that they'd shown Sigmus their loyalty and respect. Arn, he was the one who'd guide Sigmus. It was by fortunate providence that he'd sailed with them. Arn always seemed to find the right words to counsel Sigmus, or comfort Britna.

Hero growled, rousing Britna to sit up. She petted the dog and wrapped her arm around him, cuddling him close. Hero had loved Ktamyu, now to Britna he displayed equal adoration. Asta looked at him and marveled how one scruffy dog had made a difference in their lives.

Asta? Sigmus lifted a trunk from the barricade and slid by Asta to sit.

Where are we? Asta asked. Sigmus appeared tired his eyes stung-red from the salt spray. For hours he'd stood on the lypting by himself, something out of character. In the past, he had always sought company, either men for the comradery or women for pleasure.

Still in the warm water. Perhaps on the morrow we will begin to look for the river.

Again, on the cursed river?

No other way.

No, I suppose not, but I dread the suffocating heat and bugs.

Mother, you fare as well as you can? Sigmus took her hand.

Aye, dinna worry about me. No one can help me, only time will cure my broken heart.

Sigmus smiled, leaned over and kissed her cheek. Asta and I be here. You will nay suffer alone until the clouds drift away.

Britna gazed at him with soft eyes. Where hae I heard those words? They seem familiar to me.

They are Eirik's. I have his journal logs. Reading his words . . . has given me more respect for the complexities of his mind and heart. And have added to my own guilt. I was no brother to him, that be a millstone to carry for the rest of my days.

Stop it, Sigmus! Asta snapped. He was not always the perfect brother himself!

Ye hae amended feelings for Eirik? Britna looked puzzled.

I merely meant that Sigmus burdens himself unnecessarily.

Sigmus smiled at Asta. 'Tis my own guilt to wrestle, nay yours. But thank you for your wifely loyalty. Britna looked surprised. Aye, Mother. I asked Asta to be with me always and she accepted me, despite her better judgment.

Asta raised an eyebrow with disapproval. We agreed not to say anything till we neared home, but, Mother, as you know Sigmus has a way of speaking without thinking . . .

I beg to differ . . .

Really, you weigh your words about as long as a cat pouncing a mouse.

All right, children. No need to argue o'er what time and where to reveal your plans. Pleased I be for ye both. Happily this announcement makes the voyage less difficult. Asta and I can plan your wedding. A perfect distraction as we beat away the swarms of bugs.

Best I confer with Gunnar. He and Ketill study Eirik's notations. And they read the bearing wheel and sun crystal. Eirik relied on them, I too will have to trust their judgment.

Eirik oft said the pair was quite adept at navigating. Asta looked at Sigmus and smiled. We will reach home. Mother and I doubt it not and have heard how Sigmus ver Sigmusson always reaches port. 'Tis as certain as the next sunrise. You know the men came on this voyage because of you.

Because of Eirik and me. We were a good match. Sigmus' face turned solemn. You ladies rest. Little to do till early eve, then maybe a bit of sustenance might be in order?

Ye will be fed. Ktamyu would ne'er want ye to starve because I grieve.

Britna's voice was unexpectedly lighter. Asta was amazed at her fortitude. If Sigmus had died, her life would be over. Britna had lost those she loved more frequently than she, but found faith from somewhere deep within to carry on. Perhaps as one day passed into another, the reality of loss would wane. They had much to be thankful for. They had each other.

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Well, if we dinna put ashore to hunt, will be fish for weeks on end. Britna looked up.

'Tis the last of the meat?

Aye, the broth be a mix of hare and elk . . . was that an elk ye killed?

Sigmus took a sip of the broth, then nodded. Ktamyu called the animal by some skraeling name . . . but it looked similar to our elk. He put down the wooden bowl and glanced over the deck at Asta. 'Twas worth the waiting for, Mother. I ne'er felt like this for another woman.

She be a good lass. Faithful, kind and loving. A good choice for both my sons.

You think Eirik deserved her more?

The woman he needed most, he took. Asta was hurt, but I believe she will be happier wi' ye. Did she not stand before the others and declare her marriage to Eirik o'er?

But I plotted for her affections, Mother. Nay a very brotherly thing to do.

Love be akin to madness. Blame not yourself for your feelings, rather your disloyalty to your brother. Yet if Eirik were here, I would say to him that he be equally disloyal and hardhearted to Asta. He made her miserable for many months once Alison came.

"I told Asta and I will tell you, Mother. Do not speak of her to me again. I want not to hear the shrew's name!" Sigmus looked away, unable to meet Britna's judgmental eye.

Ye be too hard on her . . . she be like ye, love struck and slightly mad.

Sigmus turned back.You think me bitter, full of hatred? Britna smiled lovingly at him.

Aye, ye sound so, but wi' reason. Hush now, Asta comes. She doesna want to hear your sorry refrain about Alison and how ye loathe her.

'Tis the last of the meat, Sigmus. Asta kissed his cheek. We eat fish for all the morrows, unless you hunt ashore. Asta sat by Hero and gave him bits of meat which he hastily gobbled.

Fish it will be then, as I have no intention of landing till the water stores run low.

Excuse me, Britna spoke softly. Hero and I will stand watch wi' Arn on the lypting.

Go ahead, Mother. Asta and I have matters to discuss in private.

Britna frowned. Ye can hae your privacy, but I dinna want to hear ye hae upset Asta. Ye ken, Sigmus? None of your woeful tales about the past.

'Tis nothing like that, Mother, Sigmus snapped. Quite the contrary.

See to it then. Britna and Hero walked away toward the lypting. As she moved through the men, they greeted her with warm nods and smiles. Her resilience might be wavering, but she kept it to herself.

So, what was that exchange between you and Britna about? Asta looked concerned.

Sigmus sat beside her. Not worth the repeating.

Be honest with me. That I expect from you.

I merely told Mother what I told you, I do not want to hear about Alison.

Oh, well. That is understandable to me. We must not wallow in the past.

Where would you like to wallow, dear one?

Asta looked startled. What do you mean?

There be a cozy, private spot just yonder.

We can talk here.

I do not want to talk.

You cannot be serious . . . why it is not even nightfall.

So much the better to see you, dear one. Sigmus slid his hand up her arm, then fondled her breast. She squirmed away.

You are mislead if you think I will lay with you anywhere aboard ship. The men will know, and worse Britna will know. How can you ask that of me? Eirik never demanded it, and if you demand it, I will fight you!

Sigmus leaned back and chuckled. I think not, not after one kiss. If you feel as I do, I would love to hold you close. If that be all you care to give, then I will settle for the warm feel of your breath against my cheek.

Asta smiled. You love games, aye.

I do. But I would ne'er demand anything of you that you did not want to give.

Sorry, I am tired. I took a sweet invitation and flung it in your face.

Shall we then? he asked, taking her hand.

I think to be in your arms is where I long to be just now.

Then come with me. Let us forget everything but you and me . . . at least for a brief time we can dream of the future and what it holds for us and our children.

Dream? I love dreaming . . . and you.

Sigmus pulled Asta to her feet and they disappeared behind the trunks.

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Arn stood on the lypting, watching the odd array of jumping fish, hop from the water. Each morning the deck was covered with striking-colored fish. Bright blue ones with yellow tails and fins, speckled-bellied fish with long whiskers. Flipping and flopping underfoot, they provided an abundant food source, albeit a mundane one.

Enthralled by a land never to be seen again in his life, Arn cast a curious eye as he scanned the sea's calm azure beauty. Once home in the cold waters of the north, he would recall the days of warm easy sailing. With Eirik gone, however, their voyage would be a tale difficult to believe. Only Eirik had the gift to bring alive that which was incredible. And the voyage had indeed been incredible. Still, Sigmus, Asta and Britna would believe and remember. Likewise he and the crew would never forget their journey. Thinking of Britna, he caught a glimpse of her coming to join him. He turned to greet her.

How be you, Britna? Arn extended his hand and helped her step onto the lypting. In one perfect leap, Hero followed at her heels.

Sad, Arn. I canna lie. Eirik be lost and my heart weeps every time I think of Ktamyu. I feel a chill that will only intensify as we near Cairnby. We came so far and failed in the end to give him happiness. Why did God do that, do ye ken?

I be of the auld gods, Britna. You know that. Odin and Thor ne'er show reason to mere men and women. My speculations be that of a man. 'Twas a long journey to undertake. We had fewer deaths than one would expect, considering the distance and time.

Then I should be thankful so many of us live, when the ones I loved were sacrificed for the good of all? Her voice was edgy but with anguish. I canna bear to think of Ktamyu not properly buried. To be fed to the fishes, his beauty torn apart and left to rot.

Then do not think of him there, but on the beach moving gracefully over the sand. Or a sword in hand, ready to defend the woman he loved. Think what gives you solace, nay grief.

Britna looked at Arn. He was a formidable elder man, with her whole heart she wished it was he who stirred her blood, or maybe Aedh. She'd chosen unwisely, and paid the price of listening to her heart instead of her head. Emotions were devilish and led one astray every time. Then she thought of Eirik and Alison, so in love. Sigmus trapping Asta in his lair. Her sons turned out to be passionate men, not like their father but like her.

Ye be too kind, Arn. Wise and thoughtful to an auld, foolish friend.

Love ne'er be foolish, my lady. 'Tis a necessity like water to drink, air to breath.

She smiled and took his hand. Ye give hope to my hapless heart.

Here be something else for you. I had thought to wait some, but perhaps this moment be the right time. He reached into his bag.

I dinna deserve a gift . . . what would it be? Britna asked excited by an unexpected surprise.

A memory to carry and hold the rest of your days. Arn took her hand and laid two locks of twisted hair, one jet black, the other pale as honey. Britna sucked in her breath and clasped the talisman to her chest.

"Arn . . . what to say. Where did ye get his hair and mine?"

Ktamyu carried a lock of your hair with him. It was in the leather pack around his waist. Just before we cast him into the sea, I found it. Then I cut a lock of his hair, though you had cut one of your own. This morning, I wound the two together with a leather cord. Once at Cairnby, have Aaron secure the locks with silver wire, yours between Ktamyu's dark ones. As a talisman it can rest over your heart and bring you peace. A living reminder of a special man.

Given to me by another special man. Britna rose on her toes and kissed Arn's cheek. Hero reacted as if she were a traitor. He bared his teeth and growled at Arn. "Hush, laddie. Arn be a friend to us both. Hush now, quiet!" Britna raised her voice and the men looked up at the lypting. She laughed and waved, then so did they.

Arn stooped by Hero. Be a good dog, lest you find yourself in the cook pot one day.

Dinna listen to him, Hero, Britna said soothingly, ruffling his fur. Just like ye, Arn's bark be all for show. Ne'er could I hae two better friends by my side.

Hero looked up at Britna and howled. Playing along, Arn did the same. With his head thrown back, he wailed in unison with the dog. Laughter erupted from the men and even Britna found the moment too humorous to not laugh out loud.

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Shh, Asta sleeps. Britna cautioned, as Sigmus approached. She be weary down to her toes. I want ye to give her the respect she be entitled to.

Sigmus met his mother's eyes. Not sure what you mean.

Dinna be too demanding . . . the men hear everything ye be about.

Sigmus sighed. She was willing, Mother. As if I need your permission.

Nay ye dinna, ye be a grown man, 'tis a fact. As a woman, I caution ye to think of her before yourself. Men oft forget that the gentle side of a woman, needs wooing.

I wooed her . . . and then some. Sigmus shot her a grin.

Keep your male prowess to yourself. 'Tis not fit for a mother's ears.

Sigmus placed a hand on Britna's shoulder and chuckled.