The Norse Conquerer

By Leigh Ann Edwards

Their love and passion never dimmed

Brave, selfless, and beautiful, Vora the Wise of Highgard has been in love with a Modirian defender of the realms since she was a young woman. Due to tragic circumstances and a forced blood oath, they were never permitted the life together they both longed for. To save her children, Vora made the heart-breaking decision to be parted from them as well.

Ruggedly handsome, loyal, strong, with unusual powers, Andor the Valiant of Modir has journeyed through time, realms and distant worlds, but has never stopped loving his Highgardian beauty.

Twenty years later, fate brings Vora and Andor back together. However, long-buried secrets and struggles with Vora’s children threaten their chance of being together. They learn they must face the horrific depleter and vampire-like being, Alvaldr, who has caused unimaginable torment for them and so many others.

They gather an army of warriors to prepare for the battle with the depleters before they can escape to terrorize another realm. Even with their combined supernatural abilities, will anyone survive?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tule Publishing
• Release date: Apr 28, 2020
• ISBN: 9781952560125

Book preview

Chapter One

The powerful waves crashed wildly against the rocks as Vora stared out to sea. They mirrored the state of her uneasy heart and unsettled mind. She wasn’t often this edgy. She’d been intent on her necessary tasks for a long while and seldom permitted herself to dwell on her emotions. Facing perilous situations or dangerous creatures was daunting, but often distracted her from dwelling on her personal concerns.

As a healer, caring for the ill and wounded or creating remedies filled her days when quests didn’t take her to other lands or faraway realms. If she toiled past the point of exhaustion it usually ensured she was weary enough to sleep. Yet sometimes fears and regrets prevented sleep despite how hard she pushed herself.

Today Vora’s thoughts would not be stilled; her mind reeled with memories of the past and concerns for the future. She could no longer put off the inevitable. Even if she wasn’t ready…the time of reckoning was nearly upon them.

Vora was eager to finally be reunited with her children…yet there was much uncertainty in that. She’d need to explain everything and she doubted she’d ever be truly prepared for that. She hadn’t seen her daughters for sixteen long, lonely years. When they’d first been separated, her heart ached unbearably for them. She’d consoled herself caring for her newborn son and her nephew, who’d been born prematurely and needed extra care. She’d managed to mostly convince herself she’d only done what was necessary.

She hadn’t seen her son Knute in nearly as long as her daughters, and her elder son, Reidr…longer still. In truth, she’d barely held Reidr in her arms. Before the sun set on the day of his birth, he’d been whisked away to safety. Having his twin sister, Torunn, to love and nurture had offered comfort, but Vora suffered being parted from him and eventually all her children.

The powerful goddess Solveig of Highgard kept her informed of some of the happenings in her children’s lives and occasionally Vora spoke with the spirits of her sister and her mother…and now Eydis. That still grieved her to know her youngest daughter had died. She hadn’t seen that tragedy in her runes’ predictions. When Eydis came to her as a spirit, Vora didn’t want to believe it. She prayed it was a terrible dream or maybe that she was an imitator, but Eydis had spoken truths only her daughter could have known of Highgard and their family.

Eydis was a delightful young woman, full of lighthearted mirth even as a spirit. Like Reidr, Vora had spent little time with Eydis. She hadn’t sent her away as she’d done with Reidr, but on the day of Eydis’s birth, Vora left her and her other daughters in the care of her grandmother and her sister, Magnahild.

Vora learned Eydis had many endearing characteristics. Although she’d lived scarcely past the brink of womanhood, she bore no resentfulness. Vora had certainly seen spirits who bitterly held on to past misfortune, but not her own dear child, Eydis.

Once again, Vora asked herself the impossible question. Would Eydis have lived if Vora had remained in Highgard? Would her twin brother, Knute, have died? Although Vora never believed Knute would contract the dreaded Red Death, like Reidr, his life had been in certain danger. Maybe she could have kept both of them protected within their fortress if they’d remained in Highgard. But what kind of life would that have been for either of her sons?

One year after they’d left their realm, Vora’s sister’s infant son, Manning, mysteriously became ill with the scarlet affliction here in Midgard. He was of the line of Solveig so allegedly immune to the horrid plague. Eydis had died from the Red Death as well, which made Vora uncertain of much.

Vora sighed, contemplating her options. She had many Highgardian powers, but the ability to travel through time wasn’t one of them. However, she knew someone with that power. Maybe if he returned her to the past, she could change Manning’s fate or Eydis’s tragic death. But how far back would she need to go?

If she saved Eydis, would another of her children die? If she found a way to ensure Manning hadn’t become ill, would another close to her suffer? She’d been faced with decisions no mother should ever have to make. To save a child, she’d left the others. To avoid one tragedy or another she’d still placed them in peril.

Vora had to live with her decisions. She’d face her three daughters and her younger son, all their questions, and possibly their wrath, disappointment or sorrow. She would finally reveal the difficult truths. She owed them that and so much more.

In the coming days she’d finally see her children again. The one blessing of Eydis’s death was they’d grown close. Vora had finally gotten to know her. Eydis told her more than Solveig ever had of her daughters. Vora supposed Solveig shielded her because she understood Vora couldn’t return to Highgard. Knowing the truth may have caused more heartache.

Vora slowly trudged up the rocky path to the cottage. She’d trained to become a capable warrior and much of the time she prided herself in her physical strength and stamina. But today, she felt weary and old, perhaps older than her thirty-seven sun’s journeys. She smiled at that terminology. Although she hadn’t been in Highgard in a long while, she still thought like a Highgardian.

She entered her cottage and glanced at the meager contents: the shelves lined with remedies and a few dishes, the hearth with the weighty kettle, the table and three chairs. Living alone, only one chair was required—the others only used if someone came to seek healing.

Vora stared at the bed in the corner and considered the sad truth; she’d spent most of her life sleeping alone. She and her husband, Audun, had been wed only a few moons when he became afflicted with the Red Death and was sent to the caves. Sometimes her young daughters had shared her bed back in Highgard. She’d adored having Torunn, Brenna and Asta’s small warm bodies surrounding her.

When she’d first come to Midgard she’d slept near the two infants, Knute and Manning, as well. After the boys were no longer with her, Vora remained alone. She hadn’t shared passion with a man since she’d left Highgard. She shook her head at those memories but felt her cheeks grow warm.

Sometimes on a particularly cold, lonely night she’d imagine what it would be to fall asleep in someone’s arms. Always she dismissed those notions, for thoughts of the one she longed to hold her caused turmoil in her soul.

Vora stared at the animal fur that covered the hatch leading to the cellar. She had nearly happened upon her daughter Asta in this cottage only days earlier. She should have been overjoyed to finally see one of her children again. Instead, she’d panicked and remained hidden in the cellar. When Asta left, Vora veiled the dwelling so it could no longer be seen even by Highgardian eyes. She felt like a coward avoiding her, but Asta was likely to be the daughter to hold the most resentment…and with good reason. Asta might remember what Vora, herself, had tried to forget.

Vora inhaled, attempting to rid herself of that haunting memory, to remain intent on what she must now accomplish. Yet her terrifying memories were linked to that as well. She’d recently met with Solveig. She’d said they could wait no longer for there’d been movement in the dark mountains in Highgard. More and more depleters were awakening. If they weren’t stopped, the monstrous undead creatures that fed on the blood of others would surely find a way to get to different realms. When the thirst became greater they’d need to feed.

Vora and many other like-minded people had been bracing for this dangerous confrontation for years. They’d enlisted numerous beings from various worlds. They had helped fight treacherous enemies to ensure they’d have allies in this battle against the insidious pale-faced depleters. Together they’d surely be capable of defeating them… They must defeat them.

Vora was distracted when the spirit of a young woman materialized before her eyes. She’d seen her several times through the years. Vora possessed the ability to see and speak with spirits, but this young spirit never spoke. She simply stared at her with large sad eyes.

Vora had attempted to converse with her to see how she might help her, but had never been successful. She didn’t know anything about the spirit-woman—when she’d lived, who she was or why she came to her. She did know the spirit was connected to another who still lived. Her appearance always alerted Vora to when she would see him.

Vora trembled as she glanced toward the door. Even before she heard the footsteps, her heart thudded faster. She wasn’t ready to see him…to face him, but evidently there was no longer a choice. She would need him and his many abilities. They all would.

She opened the door to meet him before he knocked. Though his brow was furrowed, possibly with his own uncertainty in seeing her again, his smile was affable and genuine.

Vora, it has been some time. Yet, you look as young and beautiful as when last we saw each other. In truth, you look barely changed since the first day I met you. How can that be?

Andor, apparently your eyesight has dimmed with age more than your own unchanged appearance would suggest.

It was true. He hadn’t changed in the five years since she’d seen him last. He remained a strikingly handsome man. His intense dark blue eyes unsettled her. His formidable physical presence remained remarkable as he towered above her. His shoulders were broad, his arms muscular and his waist had not thickened like that of many males who neared their fourth decade. He wore light chain mail armor so she presumed he had recently battled or would soon.

I don’t come alone, Andor said.

Vora looked past Andor and on the path stood another she’d not seen in some time. The tall god smiled at her with fondness.

Vora, you look well…considerably less encumbered than when last we met, he said as he came to embrace her before the men stepped inside the cottage.

I hope I look better than I did then, Thor, for I did I have a giant’s spear in my shoulder and a sword’s wound as well.

The poisoned spear was straight through your shoulder, Vora, and the sword’s slash was deep, Andor stated. His sudden change in eye color revealed his distress at remembering. She changed the subject.

You, too, look handsome and ageless, Thor.

I am ageless. You are not, and yet Andor is correct, you don’t seem to have aged. Thor touched her hair in affection. You do look like a Midgardian though. I admit I’m disappointed to see you have severed your Highgardian hair.

Her own hand went to her light blonde hair now twisted and piled upon her head with only a few wisps down her neck.

The length didn’t serve me well in battles, Vora said. But tell me, why are you here? I can only assume you bring bad tidings if you both come to me.

Andor appeared deep in thought, therefore Thor replied.

Alvaldr’s presence has been sensed in many worlds. He clearly grows desperate to summon any who bear his mark. He’ll surely make further attempts to contact your daughter. He may be set on contacting all your children for the blood of Solveigians is powerful and more easily detected, Thor said.

Further attempts? I did not sense it and wasn’t made aware of this, not by Solveig or even the spirit of my youngest daughter Eydis.

Andor gazed at Vora with unspoken empathy, but evident pain of his own at these words. It was obvious Eydis’s death grieved him. He cleared his throat and replied.

Twice he did attempt to get to Asta, Andor said. Once in Highgard and once here in Midgard. But don’t flay yourself, Vora. If you’d known and attempted to intervene it would only have made you a certain target as well. During the next whole moon in Midgard, three of the sister worlds—Asgard, Highgard and Midgard—will align and the remaining portals will open, Andor said. We’ll need to go to Highgard before that occurs to reseal the portals and begin the training necessary to stop the fiends before they escape to other realms.

Do you truly believe we’ll be ready to face Alvaldr and his depleters? Vora asked. Is it actually safe to return to Highgard?

Andor shrugged noncommittally, which didn’t fill Vora with confidence. Andor was usually dauntlessly optimistic. She knew what had happened long ago with Alvaldr, the leader of the depleters, was a horrific memory for Andor, too.

I suspect we’ll soon be as ready as we can be, Thor replied. We have accumulated gods, men and various creatures from all worlds. Although Asgard cannot afford to send many due to the premonitions of Ragnarok, I’ll be there as I’m able, along with those we can spare. When the portals are resealed, we’ll train and prepare. You must go to your daughters and their men to explain the situation and what’s expected of them.

Their men? Vora stared from one to the other for explanation. I didn’t sense this either. Clearly my powers of perception fail me or this was deliberately kept from me, Vora said with accusation.

Eydis’s spirit suddenly appeared and she wore a sheepish grin.

I didn’t tell you all, Mother. I thought it was best you learn it from my sisters.

Your sisters are paired with men then? Vora asked.

With the three Highgardians long ago sent to Midgard, Thor replied.

How is it you know of this, Thor, when I did not?

I only learned of this recently, Thor said.

Her thoughts went back to her children. My daughters are truly romantically paired? Vora asked in disbelief.

Eydis nodded with a smile of approval.

By the gods, how can it be that they’re old enough to already have such thoughts toward men?

Eydis’s smile was mischievous. They’ve certainly had more than thoughts toward their men, Mother.

They’re still so young! Vora fretted.

You were younger than Torunn, Brenna and Asta when you gave birth to Torunn and… Andor said.

Vora threw him a cautionary glance and then looked at Eydis.

It’s been some time since you saw them, Vora, Andor said.

It’s been sixteen sun’s journeys, Vora whispered.

Sixteen years changes much, Andor said.

Vora’s eyes met his and briefly held, but she looked away.

This is Thor and Andor, Vora said to Eydis as she gestured to the two men respectively.

Eydis smiled again. I have heard much of Thor. You were mentioned often in stories we heard when I was a child.

Never in a positive light, I’m told, Thor replied.

You don’t look murderous or abominable, Eydis said as she floated around and stared him up and down.

You’ve seen a lot of murderous, abominable gods then, have you? Thor jested with her.

No, but I am Eydis the Perceptive. I don’t sense you are murderous and you don’t look abominable, but most appealing.

You should see him the morning after a night of drinking when he’s overdone the ale. Andor smirked at Thor and then at the young spirit woman.

Thor grinned back good-naturedly. It’s been an age since we’ve drunk ale together and made merry, my friend. I’d suggest it’s been far too long since either you or Vora have taken time to enjoy any jollity or pleasure, Thor stated as he looked from Andor to Vora.

With the possibility of all eleven worlds being overrun with pale-faced beings who wish to drain the blood, lives and souls of perhaps all living creatures, do you believe we should take time to think about pleasure? Vora replied.

Perhaps if you did you wouldn’t wear such a stern, unyielding expression on your lovely face, Thor said.

The Asgardian god of thunder thinks you are stern, Mother. Eydis giggled at that.

Why would you make your children fearful of all Asgardian gods? Thor asked.

You are Odin’s son, Vora said. "In Highgard, none of the gods of Asgard were painted in a positive light. I didn’t tell such grim, violent tales as many others for I didn’t wish my daughters to be afraid and unable to find peaceful sleep.

However, it’s true, there was no fondness for Odin amongst the descendants of Solveig and her followers who came with her to Highgard. The tale of Solveig being imprisoned for centuries by her brother Odin, and her life threatened when she escaped, were often used as a warning.

Thor and Andor exchanged a look Vora couldn’t discern when she mentioned that happening, but they didn’t explain, therefore Vora continued.

How could Solveig not hold much animosity toward Odin and his kin that continued for generations?

Yet my aunt Solveig doesn’t bear resentment toward me. We’ve been on good terms for centuries, Thor said.

We’ll surely need Thor and the assistance of other Asgardians in dealing with these depleters, Andor said.

I haven’t heard of you before, Eydis said as she stared at Andor with obvious curiosity.

I didn’t suppose you would have, Andor replied as he looked from Vora to Eydis and Vora turned away, yet again.

You’re not Asgardian then? Eydis asked.

No, I’m from Modir, the oldest realm. Apparently many millennia earlier all worlds were one, long before inhabitation. But a catastrophic event forcibly split the worlds sending them in different directions. I’m one of the few left of my kind. Modirians were once the defenders of the realms.

I didn’t know of your world, Eydis said.

Most do not, Andor said as he smiled warmly at Eydis’s spirit.

Alvaldr attempted to get to Asta, but she is safe? Vora asked. She’d been deep in thought, only catching snippets of the conversation.

Both Thor and Andor nodded.

It’s always been Asta, Vora whispered.

Your protection spells held for a long while, Vora, Andor tried to console her.

I attempted to watch over your realm when I could, Thor said, since Andor could not.

You’ve been to our realm? Eydis asked Thor. Solveig’s veil was supposed to protect Highgard from Asgardians.

I was there occasionally; Andor created a portal for me. I wouldn’t like to give him a swollen head at my praise, but Andor possesses many powerful abilities. He can journey to all worlds, realms and times by creating a portal at mystical locations where the veil is thin.

Andor didn’t reply. His humility in the many abilities he possessed had astounded Vora from the first time they met.

Are you a god then? Eydis asked.

No, I’m only a man, Andor said.

Thor stared at Andor and shook his head. Vora saw the expression on Thor’s face. There was some accusation when he looked at her.

You’re not going to tell young Eydis you were once a mighty god? Thor asked. Amongst the most powerful gods in all the worlds…in every realm? You aren’t going to share the tale of giving up your agelessness, relinquishing your immortality and a myriad of other powers for the love of a woman…because you wanted to grow old with a woman who wouldn’t even agree to be with you?

There’s no time for idle talk or unnecessary tales, Andor said.

Eydis glanced from Thor to Andor, but finally asked another question.

Why did you need to place protection spells on Asta, Mother?

Vora looked at Eydis, but the words stuck in her throat.

Your mother was vigilant in protecting all her children, Andor said. She sacrificed much to keep those she loved safe.

Not immortality, she whispered and he gazed at her but didn’t speak.

Your eyes change color! Eydis said with interest. Mine and my twin brother Knute’s eyes do as well. I used to ask my sister Torunn why. She said she didn’t know the reason, but I must be special.

You’re extraordinarily special, Eydis, Vora said.

You’re truly special, just like your mother. You look much like she did at your age.

You’ve known my mother for some time and you know my siblings as well? I never saw you or any man in all the time I lived.

I’ve known your mother for many years, but haven’t been to Highgard for some time. It’s doubtful even your older sisters would remember me.

Vora felt her heart grow heavier as she listened to the exchange between Eydis and Andor. She had many regrets concerning her children. Her thoughts went to her daughter Asta…and now Eydis, too, burdened her thoughts.

You mustn’t dwell on what happened in the past, Vora. We must look ahead so our worlds and our children have a future, Andor said. He clearly heard her thoughts.

Vora turned sharply.

So all children in every world will have a hopeful future, Andor rephrased.

Vora inhaled and closed her eyes, attempting to calm herself.

My sisters believe you’re upon a ship with the Viking explorer Leif Erikson. The renowned adventurer’s fleet now sails the nearby coast here in Greenland and my siblings await your arrival, Mother, although Knute surely knows you aren’t upon a ship, Eydis said.

I suppose I’d best go meet my daughters and my son.

How old were your daughters when last you saw them? Thor asked.

Torunn was five, my twin daughters, Asta and Brenna nearly three. Eydis, only a newborn then.

Eydis affectionately embraced her and her daughter’s warm, loving presence—even as a spirit—comforted Vora much.

And your sons? Thor asked.

Sons? Eydis asked with obvious confusion. Destin isn’t your son. Although fathered by Audun, Destin is Runa the sorceress’s son, Eydis said.

That’s true, Vora replied.

Does it distress you, Mother, to know your husband fathered another woman’s child?

Vora glanced at Andor again then looked back to Eydis. Though promised to one another, we weren’t married then, for I was young myself and Audun was under Runa’s spell.

Then why does Thor speak of sons? I’m aware of Knute, my twin brother, whom I knew nothing about until only recently. I don’t understand why I wouldn’t have sensed him or had visions of him. But there’s another son?

Vora whispered, Yes, another son…another secret.

He’s well, Vora. I assure you; Reidr is well, Andor said. He stepped nearer and she knew he resisted embracing her.

Reidr is another brother, then? Spirits aren’t often prone to unpleasant emotions, yet it’s unsettling to learn all the secrets kept from us, Eydis said.

Reidr is Torunn’s twin brother, Vora finally admitted.

You carried three sets of twins? Eydis asked. Are there more children we don’t know of?

Vora shook her head. I bore six beautiful, perfect children.

Where is my older brother then? Was he sent to Midgard like Destin and the other three Highgardian boys?

Not Midgard, but he was raised by others as were all my children, Vora said.

You were needed in endless capacities, Vora…as a healer and a warrior…a negotiator for peace in the realms, an instrumental leader in determining a final scheme for dealing with the depleters, Andor said, proudly singing her praises.

I should have been a mother first, Vora said.

You were, Andor argued. You worked tirelessly, placed yourself in clear danger countless times to find a way to save your children…to save all children. You helped ensure we’ll have allies when we finally face the depleters. How could that be seen as anything but a selfless, caring mother?

I doubt my daughters or sons will see it that way. Knute was too young to have memories of me when I left him in Asgur’s care. My older daughters surely barely remember me and both Reidr and Eydis were only newborns when we were parted. I suspect they’ll all feel I abandoned them and are sure to be resentful.

I didn’t resent you, Mother, even before I knew the truth. Knute is wise and compassionate; he’d never fault you, Eydis said. "Brenna’s kind empath heart will understand. Torunn may need time, but as a protector herself, she’ll come around.

However, I must warn you, Mother, it’s doubtful Asta will be congenial. She holds on to resentment more than my other siblings. I’m hopeful now she’s happily paired with Hagen, he might make her see reason.

Vora smiled at that. Hagen is a brave young man with integrity and a heart as big as they come. I’ve had the pleasure of knowing him for some time. It’s surely good he’s matched with Asta. I only hope she doesn’t hold it against him when she learns he and I have been associated for years.

But Hagen didn’t know Asta was your daughter until recently. He didn’t even know you had children so I hope she’ll be reasonable with him, Eydis replied.

Ultimately I kept my children a secret to protect them, but perhaps I didn’t want others to judge me for leaving them. When I saw Hagen recently, he spoke of knowing Asta. I asked him to keep my identity concealed. That alone may come as a blow to Asta. Hagen did fail to mention he had romantic feelings toward Asta or she for him. He’s Highgardian; perhaps we’re all simply prone to secretiveness.

That is clearly not only a Highgardian trait, Andor said.

I’ll accompany you when you speak with my siblings, Mother. I hope to calm Asta, for even she can’t be angry with me for long now I’m a spirit.

Should I join you? Andor asked. Would you welcome my support when you speak with your children?

No, she said without pause. It’s best if you remain with Thor. Perhaps you’ll learn more of Alvaldr and the happenings in Highgard.

He appeared slightly disappointed, but not surprised.

When will you retrieve Reidr? Vora asked.

Soon. He’s with the dark ones, the Highgardian protectors. They keep him safe and the light-beings apparently school him more on Midgard.

I haven’t heard everywhere he’s journeyed, but from what I remember of them, I suspect Reidr could actually school them in Midgard, Vora said as she rolled her eyes.

Asta often makes that exact same gesture. I didn’t know she’d inherited it from you, Mother, Eydis said with an amused smile.

I suppose she did, Vora said and Andor smirked at that.

Thor started toward the door but Andor remained and stared at Vora.

Do the two of you need time alone? Thor asked.

Andor nodded even though Vora shook her head.

You must tell me more of your father, Odin, Eydis said as she floated toward Thor. She took his arm and looked at the door. Without touching it, the door opened and Eydis smiled, clearly proud of her growing ability to move items in the physical world. I’d also like to learn about this legendary hammer. Eydis grinned at Thor’s infamous weapon as they closed the door behind them.

Chapter Two

Andor leaned against the wall. Do you mind if I sit? he asked. Vora noted he appeared weary. Though it was a comfort to possess the ability to see spirits, she sensed he, too, was deeply saddened by Eydis’s death.

I don’t suppose this conversation will take long enough you’ll need to sit, Vora said but she gestured to the chair.

His brow furrowed again. He sat and gazed at her, but didn’t speak. The silence grew uncomfortable. She went to the kettle and stirred the steaming liquid.

Creating a remedy or potion? he asked.

No, only soup. My kettle for creating potions is in the cellar chamber.

He nodded and they were silent again.

Are you still angry with me because of the last time we were together?

She was surprised he would speak of it, but she replied, When you chose to have me returned from the dead knowing full well that if I should die again by violence I won’t transcend or live out eternity with the spirits of those I love? Should I be angry because of that?

I couldn’t let you die knowing there was a chance to see you saved, he whispered.

She sighed. I’m not angry, Andor. In truth, I would have done the same for you.

Why do you continue to act so coldly toward me then, Vora? Andor asked.

What measure of warmth do you suggest? she asked, but regretted the words at once.

He exhaled loudly again. How long do you intend to punish me…or yourself, Vora? His eyes were now an intense blue as he looked at her and she turned away.

I don’t purposely punish anyone, she said.

You’ll barely look at me, even now. Surely enough time has passed you can forgive what happened?

Seventeen sun’s journeys since that night, Andor. Seventeen years since we swore a blood oath never to be together in Highgard again.

We’ve only seen each other on a few rare occasions but this is the first time we’ve actually been alone together since that night.

It’s how it must be, Andor.

You intend to remain alone then? he asked.

How do you know I’ve always been alone?

I sense your loneliness even if you might not acknowledge it. Is that part of your punishment as well? Does being alone ease your guilt or see you redeemed for the wrong you think we did?

I no longer wish to speak of this, she replied.

We’ve never actually spoken of it, Vora. You always refuse to do so.

Should we have spoken of it in the presence of others during our strategic discussions or perhaps on a battlefield?

I’ve attempted to speak with you alone, he patiently replied.

Speaking of it will change nothing, Andor.

Again, there was silence.

If you don’t believe you’ll ever turn your eyes to me, find someone, Vora. You know life is often fleeting and fraught with many difficulties. You shouldn’t face them alone. You’re a young, vibrant woman, beautiful beyond words. I don’t want you to be alone.

He stood and walked to her, awaiting her reply.

What I choose to do shouldn’t concern you, Vora stated.

Do you truly believe that, Vora? Perhaps you might find a potion or remedy to convince my heart of that, for my feelings for you haven’t changed even after all this time.

He reached for her, but she turned away. Her own heart raced. Being alone with him stirred emotions and memories, but also long-quieted desires. She couldn’t risk acknowledging her heart’s desire or conceding to those powerful yearnings.

We must work together to finally see the end of the depleters, but we don’t need to be close personally, she finally said avoiding his eyes, for always his presence brought conflicted emotions.

Would you bear such guilt of that night if not for Asta?

I bear guilt for much that occurred that night, but Alvaldr was able to get to Asta because I let my guard down. I was foolish enough to give in to my desires and was completely distracted…

We were both distracted, he said.

Clearly, she whispered attempting to quell her memories, but she could nearly feel his passionate kiss on her lips, his firm, heated body against her own. She stood and nervously placed her hands together.

If you want, I could see time altered, Vora. We could go back. If I…

If you hadn’t come to me? If we hadn’t… True, we’d save Asta from bearing Alvaldr’s mark, but at the price of seeing two other children never born? She’d finally said the words aloud and to him…for she’d not even been the one to tell him she carried his children. Could we really make such a decision? I’ve had to make many difficult decisions, but none that would undo my children’s lives.

We’ll find a way to destroy Alvaldr, Vora. He won’t get to you or to Asta again. He won’t harm Reidr or Knute. We’ll prevent him from causing further despair and see him and his kind defeated.

I pray it will be so, Vora said as her knees shook and she sat once more. He did so as well. He glanced at her gown’s neckline. A small portion of the scar on her shoulder was visible, a constant reminder of the last time she’d been with Andor. She’d miraculously been brought back from death, not once, but four times.

The first time was over twenty years ago in Highgard. A sword pierced her heart on the day the vessel took the three young boys—Mikkel, Brandr and Hagen—to Midgard. Runa’s sorcery had revived her then. The second was on the night of Eydis and Knute’s conception. When she and Andor were made to confront Alvaldr, Andor evidently brought her back, but she had no actual memories of it.

The third time was here in Midgard when the horrid man called Vidar had thrown her from the cliffs. A benevolent fairy’s magic in Ireland saved her then. The last time was in Jotunheim when the giant’s spear impaled her. Thor killed the giant while Andor snapped the spear and carried her through the portals to Modir to be saved by The Learned One, an ancient Modirian. If she died a violent death again, she wouldn’t transcend. Even those who could typically envision spirits wouldn’t see her.

Vora attempted to remain positive. If she did die ensuring Alvaldr was defeated, she’d first be reunited with her children. She longed to see them spared from this long-anticipated battle, but with their various Highgardian powers, they’d surely be needed.

I’m regretful I wasn’t with you the other times you met peril, Andor said.

You still hear my thoughts? she asked and that worried her.

Occasionally when we’re alone. Therefore, it’s been some time since your thoughts came to me.

The other times I was in peril you were keeping Reidr safe.

I recall the day he was born. You begged me to take him, but when you placed him in my arms, I sensed your deep despair.

My heart was shattered to see you take him, but it was our only choice.

I felt your heartache, Vora, and I longed to hold you. In truth, I wanted you and both your new babes to leave with me. I would have raised them as mine…with you. We might have had a happy life together.

You were married then, Andor. As was I, and my husband was gravely ill in the insufferable caves. I wouldn’t have left Audun without a healer to ease his discomfort.

Andor nodded his understanding.

Audun and I were grateful you took our son and kept him from Alvaldr. That was the greatest deed you could have done. I’ll always be thankful you kept him safe.

Keeping Reidr protected was a promise I made to you and Audun.

Your promises to him were evidently more binding than mine, she whispered, feeling the familiar stab of guilt.

He didn’t fault you, Vora. It was Audun who insisted I go to you…to comfort you.

"I doubt he intended you offer that form of comfort."

I didn’t doubt his intent.

Do you truly think that makes me feel better, Andor? My dying husband sent one of his truest friends to share his wife’s bed and I so easily betrayed him to be with you?

Vora gazed at him but then turned away again.

"You were raising three small daughters. Your entire realm was in chaos with men and boys falling ill and dying from the horrid Red Death. You knew of Alvaldr and the depleters, for you heard his whispers. That tormented you and was ever on your mind.

You were a young exceptionally gifted healer, but on the brink of exhaustion. Many looked to you for answers when there were none to be given. Audun recognized your torment and loneliness; he knew you needed someone to lean on.

I certainly did that and more. I honored my dying husband by sharing heated passion with his friend…and then carrying your children. Vora finally looked into his serious eyes and saw they were no longer blue, but green.

It was the most distinguishable characteristic of a Modirian and what set them apart from people of other worlds—eyes that changed colors with their moods. When Andor was worried or distressed his eyes became emerald green.

I’ll never choose to think of it as a dishonor in any manner. You must believe Audun didn’t.

Vora’s attempted to gain control of her emotions and finally replied, He did appear most understanding when I told him I was with child. He and I hadn’t been intimate since I conceived Brenna and Asta. But his acceptance only added to my guilt.

The tears welled in her eyes at remembering her husband and all he’d gone through.

"Before he died he sang that song of love, Vora whispered. My belly swelled with two children fathered by another, yet he asked I sing the song to our children so they knew of his love. Audun wasn’t an embittered man, but maybe that request was his revenge for my unfaithfulness or not loving him as I should."

Audun wouldn’t have punished you in such a way. You stood by him always. You attempted to find a cure and never missed even a day in going to see to his maladies in those wretched caves for five torturous years.

If they were wretched and torturous for me, how must they have been for him? Vora dared to whisper.

I’m not undermining his suffering, for I went to see him also. I saw his physical pain and his anguish in never seeing his children. I’m merely acknowledging your loyalty. You tended to his care and eased his misery. By the gods, Vora…you carried your twin girls after he became ill. Most wives couldn’t tolerate the caves or bear the horror of looking at their men with the grotesque disfiguring contagion…and you lay with him.

Audun needed comfort. I never regretted being with him.

Not as you regret being with me, Andor said with sadness. His eyes were now pale green.

Perhaps there’d be less regret if you and I hadn’t been together before he died.

Do you regret carrying our children? Andor asked.

I bear guilt for our indiscretions that night, but I’d never regret Knute or Eydis. By all accounts they’re remarkable people. Eydis certainly is and I look forward to getting to know Knute as well.

You only regret the night with me?

I attempt not to think of that night, she softly said.

It’s ever on my mind, Andor said as he drew nearer again and his close proximity unnerved her. Possessing the ability to move through time, I’ve often wanted to return to relive the passion we shared. If I could go back to save Asta from Alvaldr’s mark, you must know I would, but when something is altered in the past, the changes have far-reaching and long-lasting effects. I prefer to savor the memories and hope one day you’ll want to be with me again.

You should attempt to forget.

Vora, I could as soon forget my own name. From the day I saw you, my heart fell to you. The memories of that night with you have carried me through many difficulties. I wouldn’t ever be able to forget.

I haven’t forgotten either, Andor, she whispered. No matter how I’ve tried.

I long to hold you, Vora. By the gods, I want to love you, still.

Once more she shook her head, this time with more conviction as she walked toward the hearth again. You should go.

He sighed and she heard his reluctant footsteps as he went to the door.

Eydis doesn’t suspect the truth? Andor asked. Spirits often possess otherworldly knowledge and her title is Eydis the Perceptive.

Perhaps she simply hasn’t spoken of it.

Would it bring Eydis or Knute comfort to learn I’m their father?

I’m uncertain, Andor. Perhaps, but surely my other daughters would find further reason to fault me in knowing I was unfaithful to their father. Audun asked for them to believe we were happy together and he asked for so little. Can I truly alter their perception?

Has Audun’s spirit never come to you, Vora?

Never. She shook her head. She looked at Andor again despite her attempts to avoid his eyes.

I don’t believe he’d want you to be alone.

It would console me if he should tell me so, Vora said and she glanced about as though his spirit might finally appear.

Maybe he believes seeing him would add to your guilt?

Perhaps.

Audun knew you loved him.

I grew to love him more than I thought I might, but never as I loved you, Andor…and I loved you first.

You became his wife despite our mutual love. I believe Audun knew of our feelings and still he wed you.

There weren’t many Highgardians left even before the Red Death. We were to follow the advisement made by the elders, to marry who we were paired with. I always knew I was to be united with Audun. He was kind and intelligent. Most other women would have given much to be paired with him, Vora said and she felt her voice tremble. My own sister, Magnahild, would have gladly traded my match with Audun. Runa placed a spell on him so he’d be with her and father her child. I never questioned my path in marrying Audun until I fell in love with you, but ever after I suffered in loving and wanting you.

I never wished to see you suffer because of our love, Vora. I would give anything to shelter you from the pain caused by our love but I believe we were fated to fall in love. Never in over two thousand years was I incorrect in my calculations yet the portal opened that day in a location I didn’t direct. I found you alone and tearful at the loss of your father. Your beauty took my breath away and your sorrow grieved my heart.

It was a spirit that led me to the meadow that night, a female spirit who seems to accompany you. She has light hair and large sad eyes. Was she perhaps your wife or daughter? In those two thousand years you surely had many of both?

He shook his head. I never took a fair-haired wife nor am I aware of fathering a fair-haired daughter before Eydis, he said. I don’t know who the spirit might be, for I don’t recall ever seeing her. I do believe it was my fate to be there at that precise time, Vora. If I hadn’t…we’d never have met and how different things would be.

If I hadn’t found solace in your arms or been in a heated, intimate exchange with you, I’d have sensed Alvaldr and prevented him from entering Asta’s chamber. She wouldn’t bear his mark and we wouldn’t fear him getting to her now.

Alvaldr got to you when you were a child.

My mother and sister were bravely slaying a nidhoggr.

You’re like your mother…strong and beautiful. She was selfless, too. She gave her life in an attempt to save your sister’s son.

She was a courageous woman. I doubt my daughters will see me as selfless. They were left alone from an early age after Magnahild and Bestamor passed. They faced numerous difficulties without their mother to guide or protect them. Our Eydis was only fifteen when she died. Vora’s voice broke at this and Andor came to her. She put her hand up so he’d not draw nearer.

You not only deny yourself consolation when you push me away, Vora. You also deny me the need to see you comforted.

In truth, Vora wanted nothing as much as being held in his arms. She looked down at Alvaldr’s mark upon her wrist and it deterred such thoughts.

I’ve put this off long enough. I must go face all my children and soon Reidr as well.

Reidr knows the truth of you, his family, and your realm…that he was taken to ensure he lived and being with you would have put him in peril. Because you bear Alvaldr’s mark he can more easily locate you.

But dimmed by the brand you placed upon his mark.

Andor took her hand and gently turned it over to look at the scar from the burn on her wrist. He grimaced.

You only did what I requested, Andor. Placing the hot iron on his mark partially blinded him to my location for I can’t sense him as easily either.

I’d suffer all your pain if I could, Vora.

She could feel his warmth as she inhaled his masculine scent and felt her body respond. There was no denying she wanted him but she fought the attraction. I must remain intent on my children and soon you’ll finally bring Reidr to me and his siblings.

It will be good for him to finally meet all of you, Andor said as she gently pulled her hand from his.

Because of our past, you might think I’m ungrateful but I’ll always be thankful you kept Reidr safe.

I’d do anything for you and your children, Vora…and our children.

I don’t know when I’ll tell them that truth. There’ll be enough uncertainty in learning other secrets. But I give you my word I will tell them, Andor.

I can’t believe with their various powers they don’t know the truth, but I trust your judgment, Vora.

I’d like even a measure of your confidence, Andor.

He reached for her again and she shook her head.

If I allowed you to hold me we both know it wouldn’t end there, she said.

You’re actually saying you don’t trust that we could only embrace without it becoming more? Andor asked.

The powerful attraction has been there since we met.

Yet we never acted on it back then even though I wanted you so, he said as he stared into her eyes. She saw his need and knew he wanted her now.

And I you, she whispered. But if we’d been together then I know I would have disobeyed the elders and never married Audun. Torunn and Reidr, Asta and Brenna would never have been born.

I believe your children had to be born, for they’ll be needed in this fight against the depleters. It was predicted Audun would contribute to the solution of the depleters. It’s why I was often sent to Highgard to converse with him.

I suppose if our children are to contribute to the demise of the depleters, Audun will have done his part, Vora said. You were coming to meet with him when you found me?

He nodded. Fate presented a blessing and a curse that day, Vora. Of all the women I might have encountered, why did my heart, mind and soul fully awaken when I found the beguiling young woman who was to marry my friend?

I no longer attempt to understand fate, Vora said. Their eyes met and he pulled her to him. Their lips nearly touched when they heard a knock upon the door again. She moved away as the door opened and Eydis stood looking mildly impatient.

I don’t wish to interrupt you, but Leif Erikson’s fleet is nearly ashore, Mother. I think it would be best if you were there when my siblings learn you aren’t on the ship as they believe.

As a shifter, perhaps you could appear on one of the ships, Vora, Andor said.

It would be unwise to simply appear on a Viking ship. They’d surely believe me a witch. The truth will likely soon be discovered. They’ll know I’m the woman thought of as the sorceress. Besides, I declined Leif’s offer to sail with him this time. I’ll go meet the ships with the others and blend with the crowd.

You’d never simply blend with the crowd, Vora. Your beauty outshines any other, Andor said. Eydis smiled, but Vora didn’t reply.

Vora, I’ll be here in two of Midgard’s days, Thor said as he glanced in. Do you come with me now, my friend, or will you remain, Andor? Thor wore a typical good-natured grin.

He’ll not remain here with me, Vora replied.

I think you should stay here with us, Eydis said and her eyes shone as she looked from Andor to Vora. Vora wondered if she’d realized the truth regarding her paternity.

I think there’ll be enough to explain without having a god from the oldest world accompanying us, Vora argued.

He’s perhaps a little taller and stronger than some, but otherwise he looks like any other man. He’s not unbearably ugly even though he’s now a mortal, Thor jested. The women of all realms seem to find him more than tolerable.

That does not come as a surprise, Vora replied recalling how women were drawn to Andor.

Modirians do have the reputation of uncommon virility, Thor said surely for her benefit.

Vora rolled her eyes again. "You should go with Thor. If we’re seen together, Andor, my other children may believe it’s you and your virility that kept me distanced from them," Vora suggested.

I suppose that would win me no favors and we will all need to work together in the next moons. I’ll keep my distance for now…regrettably, Andor added.

I look forward to seeing you again, Andor. I’m pleased we’ll be spending time together, Eydis said with a lovely smile.

I’m pleased of that as well, Eydis. Andor returned the smile. Vora noted their grins bore an undeniable similarity. Vora saw the pride on his face in meeting his daughter though surely mingled with regret in not knowing her when she lived.

It is a long walk to Erik Thorvaldsson’s settlement, Eydis said.

Then I suppose I won’t walk, Vora replied.

Still coming and going in a sensational manner are you, Vora? You continue to journey by way of a whirlwind? Thor asked.

When I must, Vora answered.

Your mother claims she likes to blend in! Andor winked at Eydis. She’d not admit it, but she actually prefers to journey in an extraordinary manner.

It is simply faster; I only do so when it is truly necessary, Vora argued.

I suspect we’ll all learn plenty about you in the next while, Mother, Eydis said with enthusiasm.

And I’ll finally get to know all my children as well.

Andor touched Vora’s hand. There was a look of undiminished love in his now clear blue eyes, but also unmistakable sensuality.

Safe journey, Andor, Vora said.

I’ll see you again, soon, Andor replied as he boldly embraced her and kissed her cheek.

Vora felt her cheeks flush and began to spin around, focusing her thoughts on where she needed to be. She immediately appeared behind a tower of crates at the crowded docks.

Chapter Three

Vora looked upon three tall, exceptionally handsome young men…the three Highgardian boys sent to Midgard years earlier. She’d seen Hagen often in the last decade and knew him well. He was an attractive, impressive young man, physically and otherwise. He was also a truly good, honorable man.

When last she’d seen Brandr and Mikkel they’d been young…Brandr still a boy and Mikkel on the cusp of becoming a man. Mikkel had matured much, and was mesmeric, but there remained a dark unsettling quality about him. Brandr was now a brawny, handsome man. His long blond hair had darkened slightly, but she recognized them both.

They were all appealing men and she supposed her daughters would have been intrinsically drawn to them even if they weren’t Highgardian and surely fated to be together.

With her Highgardian hearing she listened to their present conversation and smiled. It would appear these grown men were unnerved by her daughters. That pleased her perhaps more than it should have.

Three large, strong Highgardian men are fearful of three young women? Vora began.

The men turned to look at her. Hagen’s smile was instantly welcoming and put her at ease.

You’ll understand the reason well enough when you get to know them. They were apparently children when you saw them last. You’ll soon learn your daughters are a force to be reckoned with, especially if they are irked, Hagen said.

That pleases me, Vora said.

Hagen turned to the other two men who wore uncertain faces.

Mikkel, Brandr, this is Vora—Torunn, Brenna, Asta and Knute’s mother. Vora, meet Brandr and Mikkel.

They both seemed taken aback and now eyed her with curiosity as Hagen continued to speak.

Brandr is actually your son-in-law, for he has been joined in a union ceremony with Torunn. Mikkel is Brenna’s man and they are to marry next summer.

Brandr smiled and warmly offered his hand to Vora. I remember you now, Brandr said. You were a healer in the village near where we lived when we were children.

I remember, too, Mikkel said, but I also remember seeing you in Highgard. Mikkel stared at her before he, too, outstretched his hand.

You are already wed? Vora finally said as she looked at Brandr.

Yes, some moons earlier. I’m honored your daughter, Torunn, is my wife. We’re very happy to be wed.

I suppose there’s nothing to be done about your marriage then, but there may still be time to prevent yours, Vora said to Mikkel. And you, young Hagen only said you’d met Asta. You didn’t tell me you were romantically paired with her. Why did you keep that secretive?

You disapprove of our marriage when you don’t know me beyond a few brief meetings when I was only a boy? Brandr said and he wore a wounded expression. I assure you Torunn wouldn’t make such an important decision without a great deal of thought. She is a strong independent woman with a brilliant sharp mind and she cares for me as I do her—

Why would you wish to keep Brenna and me apart? Mikkel interrupted. Why would you think you could keep us apart? I would fight for Brenna till my dying breath, for I’ll not live without her. Furthermore, I doubt even you could keep her from me, for your daughter is gentle and giving, but she’s intelligent and willful also and I assure you she does want to be with me.

Vora smiled at that. You do love Brenna then?

Of course I love her. Do you suppose I’d choose to link fates with someone I didn’t love?

I only briefly knew you some years ago. I don’t know you as a man, Mikkel. I wanted to test how devoted you were to Brenna and I admit you do appear to be.

She turned her eyes and attention and looked up into the concerned face of Brandr.

I don’t actually disapprove of your marriage to Torunn, Brandr. I like to believe my daughters have become wise and intuitive women and cautious in whom they have chosen to pair with. I am pleased to see you recognize that in Torunn. I only would wish I could have been there to see my eldest babe wed.

Brandr nodded and also appeared relieved. Torunn and I would have liked that as well. I regret it was a small, unceremonious union ceremony. I’ve often wished I could have wed Torunn in a grander fashion, but she didn’t appear disappointed in it. We’re undoubtedly happy to be wed, for we love each other beyond measure of mere words.

Vora smiled at Brandr and took his hand once more.

Then I am pleased for both of you. There’s no need for grandness in a ceremony when true love is present, for there is no greater gift than such mutual love.

Brandr nodded and actually embraced Vora at her acceptance of him. When the embrace was ended she turned her eyes to Hagen.

And you, my friend, Hagen the Explorer, what do you have to say for yourself in concealing your relationship with Asta?

In my defense, Asta and I weren’t actually paired when last I talked to you. I admit, I was completely in love with her but we weren’t together then. That’s a recent happening. She’s an unbelievably stubborn, strong-willed woman, but she makes my heart glad and I’m grateful she loves me, too. Believe me, there’s no way anyone could convince Asta to do something she didn’t want. I’m beyond glad she’s chosen me and she seems equally pleased that we’re now together. He smiled broadly as he said that.

Together? Vora asked in a deliberately accusatory tone.

Hagen’s face colored and it was clear he wasn’t certain how to respond.

Vora placed her arm through his and finally smiled. Dear Hagen, I’m pleased you’re with Asta. In truth, my intuition tells me it’s beneficial for all of you from Highgard to be paired with my daughters. I suspect we’ll have much to discuss in the next days, but for now, I must go reintroduce myself to my daughters and my son. I suppose I’m far more nervous than you three in believing your women might be vexed with you.

It should be interesting to say the least. Mikkel nodded as they walked on.

Vora looked at the three young women ahead of them. How could they be so grown? They’d been little girls when she’d left. Now, they were noticeably beautiful even in back view and seen from a distance.

Torunn was tall and clearly strong, yet graceful as she walked in her red gown. She appeared nearly statuesque. Torunn had been tall even as a child. She still had pale straight blonde hair, now worn in a long plait.

Brenna walked in the middle. Vora noticed Brenna’s affinity for femininity remained in her more adorned gown and how she carried herself. She maintained her shiny golden curls and Highgardian-length hair. Though her hair was knotted and tied back, it was surely nearly to the ground.

Asta, the only daughter with her father’s coloring, had clearly cut her wavy light brown hair. It shone with health and fell to her waist. It didn’t surprise Vora that Asta would be the one to cut her hair. Even as a young child, she’d been the most rebellious. Unlike her sisters, she now wore a tunic and breeches. Asta walked with confidence and purpose as she’d done as a child, although Vora could see she favored her right foot. She must have endured an injury.

Her daughters were flanked by two men. The younger had light blond hair; a color nearly identical to Eydis’s. He was slight and didn’t yet possess the form of a man whose body had filled out or reached full height. Vora believed he’d be tall when grown. He must be her son Knute. He’d been only one sun’s journey when she’d needed to leave him with another. Her chubby little boy was now a man.

The other stalwart man with waist-length dark brown hair was Destin. She’d met Destin back in Highgard when he was a small boy. He was Runa and Audun’s son. He’d been a likeable child even though some in Highgard questioned why Vora would show favor for Runa the sorceress’s son when Audun had fathered Runa’s child. How could Vora hold any resentment toward Destin because of that? It wasn’t as if he’d any say in it or chosen his parents.

Vora wasn’t certain anyone would choose to have Runa for a mother. Vora found many of her deeds objectionable. Runa had been feared by most, yet she was a revered alchemist, intuitively gifted and a wise sorceress. Plus, she’d saved Torunn’s life when she was a newborn, the same day