Ice Maiden. Debra Lee Brown

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      George pushed back from the supper table, sated, and made for the door. The two young dissidents who’d watched him all week offered him a horn of mead and a seat by the fire. He declined, wanting some air and a bit of solitude before bed.

      The time had come to make a decision.

      Today was his wedding day.

      In Wick, Anne Sinclair and her family waited for a bridegroom who would not come. George closed the longhouse door behind him and sucked in a draught of wintry air.

      The king and the Sinclairs would have his head. There was no way to send word to them or to his own clan about what had befallen him and his men. Mayhap they’d think him dead. Nay, no one knew they’d gone by ship. It had been a last-minute decision, made on the docks at Inverness.

      He remembered the look of wonder on young Sommerled’s face when his brother had first spied the bonny ship in the harbor. Stupid, stupid decision. George would never forgive himself.

      All lost.

      Rika’s dispassionate words echoed in his mind. What kind of woman could be so callous? A woman who dressed like a warrior, who drank and gamed with men, and showed not a whit of the softness and grace expected of her sex.

      He’d never agree to her plan. Never. Not if he lived a hundred years on this godless island.

      “You’ve made up your mind,” a voice called out in the dark.

      George whirled toward the sound, his hand moving instinctively to the place at his waist where a dirk should rest. Damn! This lack of weaponry grew tiresome.

      “Who’s there?” he called back, ready for a fight, and walked toward the dark shape lurking in the shadow of the longhouse eaves.

      “Lawmaker.”

      He relaxed. In the past week he’d formed a cautious association with the old man. He reminded George a bit of his dead uncle, a man who had shaped his thinking as a youth.

      “It’s a fair night,” Lawmaker said. “Come and sit.” He gestured to the bench hugging the wall, and George obeyed.

      There was no moon, and the stars hammered a brilliant path of light across the midnight sky. The wind had died, as was its wont after dark, and the sound of the sea filled his ears.

      Lawmaker sat silent beside him, and he knew the old man waited for him to speak first. George had a dozen questions, and began with one that had been on his mind from the start. “What is your true name?”

      The old man chuckled. “Now there’s a question I’ve not been asked in years. You likely couldn’t pronounce it.”

      “Why, then, are ye called Lawmaker?”

      “It’s an ancient custom we still abide. There must always be one who speaks the law, one who remembers.”

      “And ye are that one,” he said.

      “I am. Since I was a very young man.”

      George could well believe it. The elder had a patience and temperament well suited to such a position. ’Twas not unlike the role of the elders of his own clan.

      “And Rika,” he said. “In her father’s absence ye are her guardian?”

      “I suppose I am, as much as any man could be, given her nature.”

      George laughed. “She is unlike any woman I have known.”

      “That is not surprising.”

      He recalled the first moment he saw her, there on the beach looming over him. “Explain to me why a woman would don a helm and a suit of mail—here of all places, on an island where there is little threat of danger.”

      Lawmaker sighed. “There is more danger than you know—for Rika, in particular. Her life has not been easy. She’s fought her own battles and bears the scars of such experience.”

      He remembered one such scar, and imagined tracing it along the curve of her neck.

      “And we did not know, when first we saw you lying still on the beach, were you friend or foe, if you lived or nay. Rika is hotheaded, reckless even—save where men are concerned. There she tends to be overcautious.”

      He looked at the old man’s face in the dark.

      “And with good reason,” Lawmaker said.

      George would know that reason, and that unsettled him. Why should he care?

      “It’s her brother’s battle gear, not hers.”

      “Brother?” No one had said anything СКАЧАТЬ