Sandra Hill - [Vikings I 01] (24 page)

“Are we on schedule with your master plan?” she teased, rubbing her breasts across the soft blond hair that covered his chest, then doing the same with a leg thrown over the curly blond hairs on his thighs.

“Yea, minx, that we are! By my accounts, you have come three times to my one thus far, and we have not yet really begun.”

“Oh ho! Now you keep score. What is your final goal?”

“You know well and good what my final goal is,” Thork whispered as he examined the interior channels of her ear with the tip of his tongue and placed a warm hand between her legs.

There was no more talking then, except for his sensuous whispers of what he liked, answered by her soft moans and writhing body.

“Enough!” she finally begged. “Please…now.”

Thork slowly inserted a finger inside her to further test her readiness and groaned, “For the love of Freya! You are tighter than an untried virgin.”

“Hardly that.” But Ruby was glad she pleased him and could wait no more. She opened her legs wider and pulled Thork up and over her body.

“Now,” she demanded, unable to stand the delicious assault any longer.

He bent her knees and placed himself at her portal. Then he raised himself on his elbows and arched his back, perspiration beading his forehead and upper lips at the control he exerted to hold back. With eyes locked with hers, Thork slowly began his sweet entry. Ruby felt herself relax and stretch to accommodate his size. Then he stopped.

He stopped
.

Thork’s eyes widened, then blinked unbelievingly, before he withdrew and rolled over on his side away from her, cursing her with coarse words.

“What? What is it? Did I do something wrong?” she asked, putting her hand on his shoulder.

“Do not touch me!” Thork snarled and shrugged away from her, sitting on the edge of the bed. His shoulders trembled as he tried to bring his aroused body under control. Finally he walked stonily over to the water pitcher and dumped its entire contents on his engorged staff. He pulled on his pants angrily before walking to the edge of the bed.

Ruby sat up in the bed, confused. Thork grabbed her forearms with pincerlike fingers and pulled her roughly toward him. He shook her so hard she fell back on the bed.

“You lying, stinking bitch!”

“What? What did I do now?”

“You are a virgin,” he spit out reproachfully. “All those stories you told of a husband and sons were lies. All lies!
Who are you, and what do you here? Who sent you?”

“A virgin! Are you crazy? I’ve made love hundreds of times.”

Thork leaned over her threateningly, pinioning her shoulders to the bed with the palms of his hands. “I know a maidenhead, madam, and you have one. The lies end here.”

Tears streamed down Ruby’s face, blurring her vision. There was nothing—nothing at all—she could tell him that would convince him of the truth.

Sweet Lord! A virgin! Ruby thought. Who would have ever thought it?

“You know you can work your wiles on me. You know how much I want the bedding of you, but know this, too—it will
never
happen now. Never! And if you lie about your virginity, what other duplicity do you practice? I would sooner bed with a snake than a deceitful woman.”

Ruby sobbed aloud, but Thork seemed immune to her pain. In truth, Ruby knew he was in as much pain himself.

“Stay away from me if you value your life. I get no joy in my strength over the weaker sex, but you push me too far. I cannot promise I will not hurt you if you approach me again.” Then he got up and stormed out of the room, barefoot and bare-chested. The door slammed after him, shaking the wood door frame.

Ruby cried for hours, alternately sobbing, then racking her brain for answers to the dilemma she was in. When dawn light streamed through the window, Ruby still hadn’t slept, and she knew she needed help. Would it be Dar or Aud? She decided to try Aud first.

Ruby opened the door and saw Vigi sleeping across the entryway, barring her exit. “I’d like to go to the pond to bathe. Will you accompany me?”

“Thor’s blood, woman! ’Tis scarce daylight. Besides, you bathed yestermorn.” He stood and rubbed sleepily at his eyes, then glared at her.

“I need to bathe,” she asserted. “Shall we wake your master Dar to get his permission?”

“Nay,” he muttered grumpily. “I am awake now.”

Ruby went first to her tower room to get a change of clothes and noticed the gift she’d brought for Aud and forgotten to give to her. She put it on the pile of clothing, linen towels and soap she would carry with her. She awakened Ella to come with her to guard against Vigi’s roving eyes when she bathed.

“Are those bruise marks on your arms?”

“Yes.”

“Because you told that barmy tale in the hall yestereve about shaving legs?”

“No.” Ruby didn’t want to tell her the whole story. Besides, she had a bone to pick with Ella. “Did you tell someone about my master plan to get Thork to marry me?”

“Who sez I did?” Ella’s querulous voice rose indignantly.

“Thork knows about it.”

“Well, mayhap I might have mentioned it to Vigi.”

“Vigi! He’s as much a scandalmonger as you are.”

“Well, I never!”

“I don’t mean to argue with you,” Ruby sighed. “I just have to be careful with you, Ella, if you’re going to repeat everything I say.”

“Well, you never said
not
to say anything.”

“Let’s consider this a blanket statement for the future. From now on, I don’t want you to tell anyone
anything
I say. Is that clear?”

“Yea, that it is.” Ella shuffled along beside her, having been properly chastised, but it wasn’t long before she asked, “So, why did he bruise you?”

Ruby couldn’t help laughing at Ella’s effrontery.

“Because he discovered I’m a virgin.”

Ella’s mouth dropped open, and Ruby could see a good
portion of her discolored teeth. “Nay, it cannot be so!” she exclaimed incredulously.

“That’s what I thought,” Ruby said with a laugh. “Apparently, it can.”

Ella chuckled, then burst into a full-blown guffaw. “A virgin…a virgin…oh, ’tis too much…and I can just imagine how ’twas when the young master found out. Was it before or after he dug his spade in the soil?”

“
Ella!
”

“That troublemaker Loki must surely love you. He made you a thorn in Thork’s side apurpose, I wager, to punish him for some slight. Prob’ly cuz he has lopped off too many heads. Or broke too many maidenheads.” Ella erupted with a deep belly laugh. At first Ruby glared at her. Then she, too, saw the humor in the situation. By the time they got to the pond, tears of humor streamed down both their faces.

“By the by,” Ella confided later, with a jiggle of her eyebrows, “rumors flew the keep last night of a strange practice being performed in many of the sleeping chambers. Seems maids and matrons alike asked their lovers to send for bowls of water, soft soap and sharp knives.”

“Ella! You’re making that up,” Ruby said with a disbelieving laugh.

“I swear on me eyeballs, ’tis true. Betcha there be lots of knicked legs under ladylike chemises this day.”

“And you’ll be the one to spread gossip about them.”

Not knowing enough to be affronted, Ella concluded, “I tell you this true, my girl, I have not laughed so much in all me life as I have since I met you. I hope they do not chop off yer head.”

Yeah, me, too
.

As they walked through the bailey on their return to the castle after her bath, Ruby saw Aud going into the wool shed. She told Ella to go on into the manor, that she needed to talk to her mistress.

Aud looked up from where she was sorting bolts of fabric and took in Ruby’s appearance in a glance, dwelling momentarily on the dark finger marks on her arms and her tear-ridden, sleepless eyes. “It did not go well, I take it.”

Ruby nodded.

Aud touched the purpling bruise of one arm gently. “I have never known Thork to deliberately hurt a woman afore. He must have been sore angry at the words you spoke yestereve before our guests.”

“No, it was something else.”

“Do not tell me,” Aud said with feigned sternness, “though I am dying to know. I have grown fond of you, and ’tis best I do not get involved and be forced to choose sides.”

“You’re a very wise woman, and I like you, as well. Here,” Ruby said, handing her a linen-wrapped package.

Aud took it and raised her eyes questioningly at Ruby.

“It’s a gift for you. I haven’t had a chance to give it to you before this.”

When she opened the package, Aud gasped, then put her hand over her mouth to muffle a giggle. It was a set of blue silk and white lace lingerie.

“Much have I heard about your undergarments,” Aud said, running her fingers over the material admiringly and examining the fine needlework critically. “Do you think I dare to wear such at my age?”

“Of course. My grandmother wore similar lingerie, and she was much older than you. Besides, Dar told me to bring you a set.”

“He did?” Aud’s eyebrows arched in surprise. At Ruby’s nod, she accepted the gift graciously. “Well, then, thank you very much.” She held the panties up against herself shyly. “And you say my husband asked for such frivolous apparel? Hmmm. Tell me, did your grandmother shave her legs, as well?”

“Yes, she did.” Ruby laughed at the Viking woman’s shy curiosity. “But listen, Aud, I need to ask a favor.”

Aud looked at her dubiously, wondering if she’d been hasty in accepting the gift.

“It’s nothing bad.” Ruby pulled the gold chain and emerald pendant over her head and handed it to Aud. “I have no money but I think this is valuable. Could I purchase some things from you with this?”

Aud examined the necklace with appreciation, then asked suspiciously, “What would you want to buy?”

“Fabrics…some silk, laces, whalebone if you have it, a needle, thread, and a few other items. Oh, I also want to prepare some food in the kitchen.”

“Tsk tsk! You have not given up yet, have you, child?” Aud chastised her in a soft-spoken voice.

“How can I? I have everything to gain and nothing to lose.” Ruby shrugged.

“You may have whatever fabrics you need, but this gem is worth much more than the few trifles you mentioned.” She handed it back to Ruby. “Make another set of your lingerie for me. That will be payment enough.”

Ruby agreed, thankful for Aud’s generosity.

“What do you want to cook in my kitchen?”

Ruby grinned impishly. “I’m going to make Thork a cheeseburger for his dinner with baklava for dessert.”

“After he treated you so, you would cook a meal for him?” Aud chided Ruby, indicating the marks on her arms.

“I intend to wear him down with all his favorite things. I’ll conquer him with kindness.” Ruby pressed her lips together in determination.

“Afeard I am to ask why you need the fabrics.”

“I’m going to try to duplicate a gift my husband gave to me once. He bought it from Frederick’s of Hollywood before I started my own lingerie company.” Ruby rolled
her eyes meaningfully. “The garment was a fitted black silk and lace teddy with a strapless, push-up bustier top and sides cut up practically to the hip bone.”

Aud stared at her in open-mouthed amazement as she began to understand exactly what Ruby planned.

Dar’s storage room was a treasure trove of exquisite fabrics, jewelry, tapestries, carpets, sterling and gold objects. Ruby controlled her impulses and selected only those items she really needed.

First she chose black silk and lace for her own teddy, along with thread and one precious needle. Then she cut lengths of blue, yellow, red and white silk to be made into lingerie for Aud and for the bartering required in subsequent steps of her plan.

She found a piece of flexible whalebone buried in the back of the room beneath two ivory tusks, probably intended for a craftsman. She needed the whalebone for support under the cups of her bustier and to tuck in and accentuate her waist.

Before they left the room, Ruby noticed a bolt of the finest midnight blue wool she’d ever seen. She touched it lovingly, knowing it would match Thork’s eyes perfectly. She pictured in her mind a full-length cloak with embroi
dery along the edges, perhaps in a thunderbolt design like his earring.

She dropped the soft fabric regretfully. Her arms were already loaded with the items she’d selected. This would be asking too much of Aud’s generosity.

Aud smiled knowingly. “For Thork?”

Ruby nodded.

“Why stop now?” Aud handed her the fabric, with a sardonically raised eyebrow.

Ruby gave her a quick hug as they left the room. She didn’t get a chance to make the meal that afternoon as she’d planned because she spent so much time in the village bartering with a woodworker and a leather worker for some items she needed made. Both had young wives who practically drooled over the sample lingerie set she’d brought, urging their reluctant husbands to do the required work in an almost impossibly short time so they could have their own custom-made underwear. Ruby’s task was made more difficult because she had no paper to explain her ideas and had to draw with a stick in the dirt.

On the way back, she made Vigi stop with her in a small orchard where she saw ripe peaches hanging from a number of trees. She picked a dozen of the biggest, most succulent ones. When she got back to the keep, she washed them at the well, found a round basket in the kitchen and asked Ella to take the gift up to Thork’s bedchamber and put it on the table near his bed.

Ella grumbled at her task. “Seems to me ’twould have more meaning if you sent him a basket of cherries. Sour ones, no doubt!”

Ruby asked Aud if she could use the table in her weaving shed to cut her patterns since her own tower room was so small and poorly lit. She worked for hours until the light dwindled, then went into the keep to prepare for dinner. Vigi was livid at having to follow her around on her woman’s work.

She hadn’t seen Thork all day and was almost reluctant to run into him now. His anger when he’d left her the night before didn’t bode well for how he’d treat her today.

Thork was madder than hell, and everyone around him that day knew it. He almost bit off his grandfather’s head when he merely asked how things had gone with Ruby the night before. He nicked Selik’s forearm with his sword during maneuvers. His spear broke during target practice because he’d thrust too hard. He noticed wryly that no one walked back to the keep with him before dinner that afternoon. When he got to the bailey, he called out to Tykir to get some soap and linens and meet him at the pond. “Let us see about that swimming lesson I promised you.”

Tykir’s face lit up like a candle. If he had been a dog, he would probably have wagged his tail, Thork thought guiltily. All because he had shown him a tiny speck of attention.
Thor’s blood! I cannot allow myself to start feeling guilty over my sons, or I will never be able to leave them behind
.

Before he left the courtyard, he called Eirik to him. The boy almost jumped out of his skin at having his father address him in front of his hesirs. “Eirik, I understand you boast of your swimming abilities. Come with us. We shall see what a fish you are.”

Eirik smiled from ear to ear like a dimwit.

Thork’s heart lurched.
I better get the hell out of here and back to Jomsborg while I still can
. But he was so damned tired of the pretense. Let people think what they would of his taking two orphan boys for a swim.

Thork spent a pleasurable hour with his sons at the pond, for which he was sure he would be sorry later. Dar had many strange knights in his keep these days, any one of which could report back to his half-brother or Ivar or the Saxons.

He turned his back on the boys before entering the water to hide his male parts. He had been in a state of near erection the entire day, thanks to the enticing wench who occupied his mind constantly.

A virgin! By the love of Freya, who would have ever imagined it? Not him! She had the mouth of a seasoned whore and the sexual allure of an experienced woman in the bedding. And all those stories of a husband and two sons had been nothing but lies. He stiffened angrily, to think that he had been so taken in by her guile, that he had thought she might be different from all the other deceitful women he had known. Well, it would not matter much longer. He would be gone from Northumbria soon.

“Is it true that you want to foster at the Saxon court?” Thork asked Eirik on the way back.

His son’s face flushed. “She had no right to tell you.”

“’Tis true?”

Eirik hesitated, then admitted, “Yea, ’tis. ’Twill be hard times coming for the Vikings in Northumbria. ’Tis logical that we must learn their ways in order to defeat them or to live with them, whichever comes.”

Thork was amazed and proud that his ten-year-old son could express himself so well. Before he could tell him so, Tykir interrupted, “Nay, ’twould be better to fight them all to the bloody end. We must become better warriors.” He blushed with embarrassment when his father and brother turned to him in surprise.

“So, Ruby was right. You would choose to be a Jomsviking.”

The imp raised his chin defiantly. “Yea, and I will be, too.”

When he got to his chamber, Thork was still towel-drying his hair when he noticed the basket of fresh peaches on the table. He ate one while he dropped his tunic and codpiece on the floor. He ate another as he dressed and combed his hair.

He shaved in front of a square of shiny metal. There were too many days on board ship and on the battle march when filth and fleas bred in a man’s beard. He liked to be clean-shaven when on land.

He reached for a third peach, reminding himself to thank his grandmother for the thoughtful gesture, when he noticed a peach at the bottom of the basket that stood out because of its discoloration and odd bruising. Could it be poisoned? He looked closer. It had been deliberately marked to draw his attention. Then he saw the scrap of parchment under it. The message said, “I’m sorry. Ruby.”

At first Thork picked up the basket, intending to throw the remaining peaches into the chamber pot, but then thought better of it. He shook his head from side to side. It was not such an awful thing she had done, leaving the fruit, but if she thought to make amends for all her lies with a basket of fruit, she would be sore disappointed.

He was biting into his third peach as he entered the great hall a short time later and caught Ruby watching him. She smiled tentatively at him. He turned away rudely, not about to give her any encouragement.

Throughout the meal, however, he could not help glancing her way down the long length of the tables which separated them. She wore the burgundy gown again, the one she had worn yestereve.

The wench had somehow become near gorgeous in his eyes, even with that silly short hair. What had she called him? Drop-dead gorgeous. Yea, that was what she was. He liked the phrasing and rolled it on his tongue silently. He knew his fellow hesirs did not share his appreciation for Ruby’s beauty, that they found her too slim, too mannish, too coarse-tongued. To him, she seemed damned nigh perfect.

He felt his half-erection come full bloom and swore aloud, then apologized to the cow-eyed maid who gasped
beside him at his vulgarity. Thor’s blood! Elise was beautiful. Why had he thought of her as cow-eyed? Because Ruby had referred to her as such, that was why. Thork grimaced. He could not get the bloody wench out of his thoughts.

Thork considered taking Linette back into his bed to appease his raging lust but decided that would be unfair to Linette. She deserved the marriage his grandfather had arranged, and he would do nothing to jeopardize her future. Perhaps he would go to the pond again after the meal to cool his hot blood.

Thork sipped his wine thoughtfully throughout dinner and the endless entertainment that followed as his mind drifted, preoccupied with all he needed to do the next few days before the Althing. He was called jarringly back to the present when he heard Dar ask Ruby to sing a song for them.

“Oh, no, please, not tonight,” Ruby begged off.

“I insist,” his grandfather said, not unkindly.

Ruby balked, and Dar stared her down.

“Just one song then,” she conceded.

She strummed the lute, bemused, apparently trying to pick an appropriate song for the crowd, which was still somewhat hostile after the scandalous show she had put on the night before.

She kept her eyes averted from his, probably thinking he would insult her in front of the guests. Mayhap he would. First he would wait and see if she pulled one of her usual stunts.

“I sang this song for you before and told you it was my husband’s favorite…”

Thork stopped his cup in midair as he was raising it to his lips. She looked directly at him, then turned away quickly.

“…but tonight I dedicate it to another man who, when the winter nights seem long and lonely, will be able to
think of this song and any special…memories he may have created with a woman he might have loved…and lost.” Her voice wavered at the end. She sang “Help Me Make It Through the Night” in a husky voice that did not stray off key even once, as it usually did. The enthralled people leaned forward trying to hear all the whispery words. When she finished, Ruby bowed her head slightly in response to the congratulations the people showered on her, declined to sing another and walked stiffly out of the hall and up to her tower room—without once looking at Thork.

Thork’s heart felt like the lead anchor on his ship. He closed his eyes wearily as the entertainment went on around him. How would he ever make it through the night, let alone the next week? Could he resist the overwhelming urge to make love with Ruby? And if he did take her to his bed, would that cure him of this raging fever in his blood? Somehow, he misdoubted it.

When he opened his eyes, he saw that Dar studied him speculatively. Then he nodded as if he had made some decision. Thork did not trust his grandfather one whit and wondered what he churned now in his devious head.

Ruby got up at dawn the next day, anxious to begin her sewing tasks. She worked the entire day and completed the sexy garment by midafternoon, having taken only one break to go to the garderobe and grab a bite to eat.

She called Aud up to her room to model her new design.

“What do you think?”

“Oh, my!”

“That good?”

“He will not stand a chance. My poor grandson!”

“I sincerely hope you’re right.”

She went down to the kitchen then and asked the cook for a sirloin roast and some baking supplies. The servant
grumbled but did as asked when she saw Aud walk into the room behind Ruby. Ruby almost choked when the heavyset cook bent over, revealing numerous nicks on her hairless legs.

It took Ruby almost an hour to chop and pound the raw beef to the consistency of modern-day hamburger. It wasn’t as finely textured as it should be, but Ruby was able to form it into round patties. Laying them aside with slices of hard cheese, Ruby cut four-inch circles out of bannock as a substitute for hamburger buns. She smiled, supremely pleased with her makeshift efforts thus far.

Then she made baklava—Jack’s favorite ultasweet honey dessert. All the ingredients were available—walnuts, butter and honey—except for white flour. Ruby improvised with barley flour. She had difficulty rolling it to the required paper-thinness because of its gritty texture, but she worked at it diligently until she attained a reasonable facsimile.

While the baklava baked in the wood-fired oven, which Ruby watched closely, she started frying the hamburgers, making several extra for Aud and Dar to try. She made Thork’s medium rare.

The baklava turned out a perfect golden brown, which Ruby cut into diamond shapes while still hot. She made up a platter for Thork with three cheeseburgers and a half-dozen pieces of baklava, then did the same for Dar and Aud. Placing both platters in a warming oven, she instructed Ella to place one before Thork after everyone was seated. “And make sure you don’t put it in front of the young heifer next to him.”

“Heifer?”

“You know, the cow-eyed girl.”

Ella twittered, shaking her head. “What makes you think you can win the man through his stomach?”

Ruby shrugged. “They say you can trap more flies with honey than you can with vinegar.”

“Huh?”

Ruby rushed back to her tower room and dressed hurriedly for dinner. She was one of the first seated in the hall after the tables were set up. Giant butterflies waltzed in her stomach as she watched Thork sit down beside “Cow-Eyes.” He didn’t even look toward Ruby.

The jerk!

The first course of dinner was already being served and still no Ella. Ruby pushed the food around her plate nervously.

“Been filching any more wine?” her pimply-faced hesir said snidely.

“Drop dead.”

The young man blushed and turned away from her.

Finally Ella stepped up to the dais, carrying two platters. She placed the first in front of Aud and the other in front of Thork.

At first, Thork just stared at the odd items on his trencher, as if they might jump up at him. He picked up a cheeseburger gingerly between two fingers, examined it carefully, then took a hesitant bite. Ruby watched him chew slowly, break into a smile of appreciation, then wolf the three cheeseburgers down hungrily.

He was not so hesitant about sampling the baklava. One bite and he closed his eyes in ecstasy over the sublime sweetness. It was just what Jack did when she baked this dessert for him, although, she must admit, she hadn’t made it in years. Ruby frowned at the thought.