The Battle for Skandia (22 page)

“I said, ‘look up,'” he repeated, and applied pressure to the knife to raise her eyes until she was gazing at Evanlyn. As she saw the girl, the woman began sobbing even louder.

“Shut up,” Slagor told her. “Shut up that noise and tell the Oberjarl what you told me.”

There were angry welts across the woman's face. Obviously, she had been recently beaten. Her ragged shift was torn in several spots as well, and more red marks were visible on her body through the gaps. In some places, blood had soaked through the thin material. Her tear-filled eyes pleaded with Evanlyn.

“I'm sorry, my lady,” she said, her voice breaking. “They beat me until I told.”

Evanlyn took an involuntary step toward her. But Slagor's knife swung up and around to confront her and stop her from coming closer. Beside him, Will heard Horace's quick intake of breath and saw his hand fall to the sword hilt once more. He placed his own hand over Horace's, stopping him from drawing the sword. The heavily built apprentice looked at him, surprised. Will shook his head slightly. He realized that Horace's movement had been a reflex reaction and he knew that in this tinderbox atmosphere, if his friend ever drew that sword it could mean the end of all of them.

“Not yet.” He mouthed the words. If the time came, he was willing to join Horace in an attack on Slagor and Ragnak. But first, he thought, they should see if Halt couldn't talk their way out of this situation.

“Leave the talking to me,” the Ranger had told them before they left his apartment. “And don't do anything until I tell you. Clear?”

The two boys had nodded. Then Halt had added: “This puts an altogether different slant on our accusing Slagor, of course.”

“But surely you're still going to tell Ragnak?” Will had burst out. Halt shook his head doubtfully.

“The problem is, he's got in first. If we make a counter accusation now, it will look as if we're simply doing it to save Evanlyn. Chances are, Ragnak will ignore it altogether.”

“But you can't let him get away with . . . ,” Will began, but Halt held up a hand to silence him.

“I'm not letting him get away with anything,” he reassured them. “We'll just have to pick the right time to bring the matter up, that's all.”

Now Slagor turned back to the woman on the floor. “Tell the Oberjarl,” he repeated.

The woman said nothing and Slagor turned to Ragnak in exasperation. “My head slave overheard her talking to some of the others,” he explained. “She's Araluen originally and she said she recognized this girl here”—he jerked a thumb in Evanlyn's direction—“as the Princess Cassandra—Duncan's daughter.”

Ragnak's eyes narrowed and he turned slightly to inspect Evanlyn. Her chin went up and she stood a little taller under his gaze.

“She does have something of the look of Duncan about her,” he said suspiciously.

“No! No! I was mistaken!” the slave burst out suddenly. On her knees, she stretched her hands out to Slagor in supplication. “Now I see her close to, I realize I was wrong, Lord Slagor. I was mistaken!”

“You called her ‘my lady,'” Slagor reminded her.

“It was a mistake, that was all. A mistake. Now I see her properly, I can tell it's not her,” the woman insisted.

Slagor regarded her with a pained expression on his face. He turned to Ragnak again. “She's lying, Oberjarl,” he said. “I'll have my men beat the truth out of her.”

He made a signal to the two men again and one of them came forward, uncoiling a short, thick whip as he came. The woman cringed away from him.

“No! Please, my lord, please!” Her voice was shrill with fear as she tried to crawl away. Slagor's man grabbed a handful of her hair to stop her and she cried out again, in pain as well as fear. He raised the vicious-looking whip over his head, ready to bring it down.

“Leave her alone!” Evanlyn cried, and her voice froze the sailor where he stood. He looked uncertainly to Slagor for direction, but the wolfship captain was watching Evanlyn, waiting for her to say more.

“All right,” she said quietly, “There's no need to torture her further. I'm Cassandra.”

The silence in the room was almost a physical force. Then an excited buzz broke out among the assembled crowd. Will distinctly heard the word
Vallasvow
from several different sources.

“Silence!” roared Ragnak, and instantly the noise ceased. He rose and moved forward to confront Evanlyn, glaring down at her. “You are Duncan's daughter?”

She hesitated, then replied.

“I am King Duncan's daughter,” she said, with a slight emphasis on his title. “Cassandra, Princess of Araluen.”

“Then you are my enemy,” he said, spitting the words out. “And I've sworn that you should die.”

Erak stepped forward. “And I've sworn that she will be safe here, Oberjarl,” he said. “I gave my word when I asked the Ranger to help us.”

Ragnak looked up angrily. Again there was a buzz of conversation through the room. Erak was a popular jarl among the Skandians and Ragnak hadn't reckoned on having to contend with him over this matter. With an invading army only days away from his stronghold, he knew he couldn't afford a split with his senior war leader.

“I am Oberjarl,” he said. “My vow is of greater importance.”

Erak folded his arms across his chest. “Not to me it isn't,” he said, and there was a chorus of agreement from the crowd.

“Erak cannot defy you like this! You are Oberjarl!” Slagor suddenly interjected. “Have him imprisoned! He is defying your vow to the Vallas!”

“Shut up, Slagor,” Erak told him in an ominously calm voice. Then he readdressed himself to Ragnak. “I didn't ask you to take your death vow, Ragnak,” he said. “But if you want to carry it out, I'm afraid you'll have to go through me to do it.”

Now Ragnak stepped down from his podium and walked closer to where Erak stood. They were of equal height, both massively built. He faced his old companion, the anger burning in his eyes.

“Erak, did you know? Did you know who she was when you brought her here?”

Erak shook his head.

Slagor snorted in disgust. “Of course he knew!” he cried, then stopped suddenly as the point of Erak's dagger appeared under his nose.

“I'll allow that once,” Erak told him. “Say it again and you're a dead man.”

Wordlessly, Slagor backed away from the bigger man, putting a safe distance between himself and the point of the knife. Erak sheathed the dagger and turned back to Ragnak. “I didn't know,” he said. “Otherwise I would never have brought her here, knowing of your vow. But the fact remains, I vouched for her safety and my word is all-important to me—as is yours to you.”

“Damn and blast it, Erak!” Ragnak shouted. “The Temujai are only three or four days' march from here! We can't afford to be fighting amongst ourselves now!”

“It would be a shame if you had to face the Temujai with at least one, and possibly both, of your best leaders dead,” Halt put in mildly, and the Oberjarl rounded on him in a fury.

“Shut up, Ranger! I'm of half a mind to believe that this is all your doing! No good ever came of dealing with your kind!”

Halt shrugged, unimpressed by the Skandian's fury. “Be that as it may,” he said, “it occurs to me that there might be a solution to your problem—for the time being, at least.”

The buzz of conversation through the room was cut short as Ragnak swung his gaze around angrily. He watched Halt with narrowed eyes, expecting some trick or some kind of subterfuge.

“What are you talking about? My vow is binding upon me,” he said. Halt nodded agreement.

“I understand that. But is there any time factor involved?” he asked. Now Ragnak looked puzzled as well as suspicious.

“Time factor? How do you mean?”

“If we accept that you plan to do your best to kill Evanlyn, knowing that Erak will try to stop you when you do—not to mention the fact that if he doesn't, I most certainly will—have you vowed that you'll do it at any particular time?” Halt continued.

The puzzled expression on Ragnak's face grew more intense.

“No. I didn't specify any time. I just made the vow,” he said finally, and Halt nodded several times.

“Good. So, as far as these Vallas are concerned, they don't care whether you try to fulfill your vow today or if you choose to wait until, say, after we've sent the Temujai packing?”

Understanding was beginning to dawn on the Oberjarl's face. “That's right,” he said slowly. “As long as the intent is there, the Vallas will be satisfied.”

“No!” A shrill voice cut across them. It was Slagor, the silky, self-satisfied tones gone from his voice now. “Can't you see, Oberjarl, he's trying to trick you? He has something in mind. The girl must die and she must die now! Otherwise your sworn word is worthless!” Slagor's anger and his long-held desire for revenge on Evanlyn for the events that had occurred on Skorghijl had caused him to go too far. Ragnak turned on him now, a flame of anger burning in his eyes.

“Slagor, I would advise you to get rid of this reckless habit of telling your peers that they are liars,” he said, and instantly the wolfship captain retracted his accusation.

“Of course, Oberjarl. I didn't mean—”

Ragnak cut him off.

“My first concern is for the safety of Skandia. With these Temujai on our doorstep, Erak and I cannot afford to be fighting. If he'll agree to postpone our differences until after we've settled with them, then I will too.”

Erak nodded agreement instantly. “It sounds like a good compromise to me.”

There was still one thread of suspicion in Ragnak's mind. He turned back to Halt, his heavy brows knitted together in a frown.

“I can't help wondering what's in it for you, Ranger. All you've done is win a postponement.”

Halt inclined his head slightly to one side as he considered the matter. “True,” he replied. “But a lot can happen in the next few days. You might be killed in the battle. Or Erak. Or me. Or all three of us. Besides that, my immediate priority is the same as yours: to see these Temujai driven back. After all, if they win here, it won't be long before they're invading Araluen as well. I have a sworn duty to try to prevent that.” He smiled grimly. “That's another of those vows that we all seem to rush around taking. Damned nuisances, aren't they?”

Ragnak turned and stepped back up on the dais to his massive council chair.

“We're agreed then,” he said. “We'll settle the Temujai question first. Then we'll come back to this problem.”

Erak and Halt exchanged glances, then both men nodded. Only Slagor seemed to be in disagreement with the compromise. He muttered a curse under his breath. Halt took Evanlyn's arm and began to guide her from the Great Hall, followed by the two apprentices and Erak. They hadn't gone half a dozen paces when Halt turned back to Ragnak.

“Of course, there is one more question that I'd like to hear Slagor answer,” he said. As he hoped, at the mention of his name, everyone in the room involuntarily glanced at Slagor. Then, when all eyes were on him, Halt continued.

“Perhaps he could tell us what his ships are doing at Fallkork Island?”

EVERYONE SAW SLAGOR'S GUILTY START OF SURPRISE WHEN Halt mentioned the name of the island. Slagor recovered quickly, but the moment had been there and it had been witnessed.

“I'm not here to answer to you, Ranger!” he blustered angrily. “You have no authority in this council!”

Erak stepped forward, rocking on his heels, his face only centimeters from Slagor's. “But I have,” he told the other man. “And I'd like to hear your answer.”

“What's this about, Erak?” Ragnak interrupted before Slagor could reply. Erak kept his gaze fixed on Slagor.

“Two of Slagor's ships are currently at Fallkork Island,” he replied. “In another day, he plans to rendezvous with them and sail down the coast to Sand Creek Bay.”

Erak saw the color draining from Slagor's face as he realized that his plans had been discovered. He continued inexorably, his voice rising in volume as Slagor attempted to speak, drowning the other man out. “There, he plans to embark one hundred and fifty Temujai warriors and land them behind our lines to attack us from the rear.”

The room erupted as people began to shout all at once. In vain, Slagor spat abuse at Erak and protested his innocence. His followers in the hall, and there were more than a few, roared their protests, while those who favored Erak roared back, calling for Slagor's head. The bedlam continued for a full minute until Ragnak rose from his seat.

“
Silence!”
he bellowed.

In the ensuing quiet, you could almost hear a pin drop.

“How do you know this?” the Oberjarl asked. He disliked Slagor. Many of the Skandians did. But the concept of such treachery was so absolutely abhorrent to the simple Skandian code of conduct that Ragnak found it impossible to believe it of anyone, even Slagor.

“His plans were overheard, Ragnak,” Erak told him.

Instantly Slagor was screaming his innocence. “This is lies! It's a pack of filthy lies! Who heard me? Who claims I'm a traitor? Let them face me now!”

“As a matter of fact, Ragnak,” said Halt, raising his voice so that he was heard clearly in every corner of the room, “the informant is here with us.”

That piece of news stilled Slagor's protests immediately. Ragnak eyed the Ranger with distaste. Since he had arrived in Hallasholm, the comfortable, established order of things had been continually disturbed.