The Warrior's Viking Bride. Michelle Styles

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      She was silent for a long while. The tattooed whorls on her cheeks trembled. ‘That is my father’s ring. He did indeed send you, but that doesn’t mean I’m going with you like a lamb to the slaughter.’

      Aedan clung on to his temper with the barest of threads. If he could have rid himself of this burden, he would have. ‘What other options do you have?’

      She lifted her chin. ‘Plenty. Give me time and I will detail them to you.’

      Mor stiffened, gave a low growl and began backing into the undergrowth. Every muscle in Aedan’s body stiffened.

      ‘Is there a problem with your dog? I haven’t moved,’ she asked, cocking her head to one side.

      Without giving her a chance to react, Aedan clamped his hand over her mouth and pulled her into the undergrowth, next to where his dog crouched. His body hit hers and somewhere in his mind he registered that Dagmar Kolbeinndottar was made up of far more curves than he had originally thought.

      Her furious blue eyes stared back at him. Without the facial decoration, she would be pretty.

      ‘Listen with your ears. Stop struggling,’ he muttered. ‘My dog has heard something. I trust her instincts far more than your prattling.’

      She pressed her mouth shut and lay still, her skin pale against the blue whorls.

      ‘Can’t believe we are searching for the Gael,’ came one voice, far closer than Aedan would have liked.

      ‘Olafr wants to make sure the Shield Maiden is dead. He didn’t find her body,’ another said. ‘Just her armour.’

      ‘I’m sure I heard a woman’s voice coming from around here.’

      ‘You hear women’s voices all the time. Why should this be any different?’

      Five Northmen barged into the clearing. Aedan’s other hand inched towards his sword.

      ‘If she is around, she’ll be dead easy to spot.’ The man gave a guffaw. ‘How many women do you know who sport blue whorls and snakes in their hair? Nah, she’ll be dead.’

      ‘What do you think that was all about anyway?’ asked the voice.

      ‘Her mother had the whorls as well. Maybe she was born with them.’

      ‘Tattoos more like. After her first battle. I was there. I smelt the stench of burning flesh. And they ain’t no snakes, just plaits. By Loki, some people are gullible.’

      ‘All I know is that it is beginning to rain again. They didn’t go this way. Let’s get back to camp. At least we found a horse and if they have gone into the marshes they’re goners. It ain’t no one who can survive that.’

      ‘Wee Davy...’

      ‘Wee Davy has a big mouth for tall tales, but the Gael went north, I know that for a fact.’

      ‘Why?’

      ‘He came from the north. There ain’t no way man nor beast can get through what lies due west—those marshes are full of spirits who sup on the souls of the living.’

      ‘Aye. If the Shield Maiden has gone in there, it’ll be the last we see of her. She will have left the horse here as a diversion and taken the road north. It is the only way.’

      ‘We will catch her and claim the reward. She can’t hide those tattoos.’

      Aedan breathed a sigh of relief as the group disappeared back the way they came. He waited, holding his body and hers completely still until the footsteps had faded.

      He slowly took his hand away from Dagmar’s mouth and rolled away. ‘Believe me now?’

      ‘About Olafr’s treachery?’ Her mouth twisted. ‘Can there be any doubt? Your words hold merit, Gael. To stay in the lands Thorsten controls is to court death.’

      Aedan released a breath. One hurdle overcome. Now for the rest. ‘I’ve spent long enough chasing after you. Time slips through my fingers. We go now.’

      ‘How close are we to the battle?’ she asked in a low voice.

      ‘I thought we were far enough away. You were beginning to stir when I stopped. I didn’t know how hard I hit you.’

      ‘And the horse?’

      ‘One I stole. I let it go free. Obviously someone recognised it.’

      She nodded. ‘You did well there, Gael.’

      Aedan rubbed the back of his neck, unable to decide if she was serious or being ironic. ‘We go across the marshes from here. The horse would only have slowed us down.’

      ‘Those men said that it would be certain suicide. Spirits inhabit those marshes.’

      ‘They’re wrong. There is a way through and we will take it.’

      ‘Are you touched in the head?’ She slapped her hands together. ‘Don’t answer that. Of course you are, why else brave a battle with only a dog? Gods help me.’

      ‘A large portion of my family might agree with you, but I like to think that I take calculated risks. The marsh is a calculated risk.’ Aedan shifted the pack on to his other shoulder. ‘Are you ready?’

      Dagmar remained where she stood, fingering her cheek with a thoughtful expression.

      He sighed. ‘What else does my lady fair require afore we depart?’

      ‘I require clean water, and I’m not some fragile spoilt flower of a lady. I’m a shield maiden. Remember that.’

      ‘If you’re thirsty, I’ve the dregs of small beer remaining.’

      ‘To wash the paint off my face, of course. Once I no longer sport blue whorls on my face and snakes in my hair, then we can travel on the road right under Olafr’s nose.’ She gave a self-satisfied smile. ‘I do have ears. They search for a woman with blue and black circles tattooed on her face and tightly plaited hair. Both things are easy to change.’

      He started. ‘Your whorls are not tattoos? In Bernicia I was told—’

      She gave her first real smile. ‘Amazing what people will believe without questioning. How could anyone have venomous snakes for hair?’

      Aedan frowned. He’d believed it simply because it was a rumour. He should have thought to question. Or when she was unconscious, to check for himself. Fundamental mistake. ‘It is what I was told.’

      ‘My mother refused to permit the tattoos as one day I might have cause to change my mind. I railed against her, but to no avail. I was going to make them permanent after I’d fulfilled my vow and won my lands,’ she said with a sigh. ‘Once again I see her wisdom and foresight.’ She picked up a handful of moss and made an imperious gesture. ‘The water, Gael. The sooner my face is clean, the sooner we can depart on the road north.’

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