Viking: Legends of the North: A Limited Edition Boxed Set (58 page)

L
ittle Valkyrie
...

Avril stirred in her sleep, moaning a soft protest at the voice that disturbed her slumber. Sighing, she slipped back down into her dream. ’Twas a sweet, new dream: that Hauk had returned to her, that he was here with her, in France. In Brittany.

Avril... I need you...

She lifted her lashes, blinking drowsily, confused. And somehow she did not leave that voice—that beloved, deep voice—behind in her dreams. It sounded as if he were here, with her. Beside her.

... help me...

With a startled cry, she lurched upright, eyes wide. She was not dreaming. And yet she was alone. The last embers of the fire still glowed on the hearth in her bedchamber. She was home, in her family chateau in Brittany, as she had been for more than a sennight.

And she was fully awake.

Avril, please.

She gasped in astonishment, covered her heart with one hand, could feel it thundering. Hauk’s voice was not coming from her dreams
but from inside her somehow
. Shaking, she rose from the bed and rushed toward the window, sensing that he was here.

Here, in France. In Brittany. Not far away.

And he was hurt.

She could see naught in the darkness outside, though rain no longer pattered against the windows. The storm that had lasted all day had abated. She did not stop to question how she knew he was here, or how it was even possible. She ran for the door, into the corridor beyond, and down the stairs. Below in the great hall, she paused only long enough to snatch up her cloak and throw it on over her shift as she raced outside.

It was late, most of the family servants asleep. She crossed the bailey with pounding steps, mud splashing her garments. Reaching the stables, she did not pause to saddle her horse, taking time only to bridle the stallion before she leaped onto his back, galloping through the chateau gates and into the surrounding trees.

Avril, I love you...

Her heart in her throat, she relied on her feelings to guide her, riding through the night until she found him, lying in a clearing.

He was stretched out on his back, a black horse nearby, its reins trailing on the ground.

“God’s breath!” She jumped from her stallion’s back and rushed over to him. Sank down beside him in the drenched grass. He was garbed in a dark tunic and leggings and cloak, the garments soaked with rain.

He opened his eyes, a trace of a smile on his lips. “Heard... me,” he said weakly.

“Hauk.” She sobbed, leaning over him, touching his face. “How can you possibly be here—how long have you—”

“Seven...” he murmured, his lashes drifting closed. “Seven days.”

“Do you mean you have been away from Asgard for seven days?”

He did not respond.

“Hauk—”

“Thought it worked...” he whispered. “Did not... kill me. But may have been... wrong.”

Avril shook her head, unable to understand what he was talking about. She checked him for injuries, could not find any, save for a deep cut on his forehead. It seemed he had fallen from his horse.

She grasped his shoulders, felt anguished at how warm and solid and strong he felt, when she knew his life was ebbing from him. “Hauk, what can I do? There must be something I can
do!
”

“Saw you... one last time.” He looked up at her, his eyes glassy. Lifting one hand, he brushed his fingers over her cheek. “Worth it.”

“Hauk, nay—”

“Love you...” he whispered.

His arm fell back to the ground, limp, and his eyes closed.

“
Nay!
” she cried. Nay, she could not lose him, not again!
Mercy of God, not again
. She crumpled over him, wrapping her arms around him. Her cheek pressed against his chest, she held on tightly, as if by her will alone she could hold him here, with her.

And then she gasped in astonishment, in stunned relief.

His heart was still beating.

Even through the cloth of his tunic, she could hear it—steady and strong beneath her ear.

He was alive! She did not understand how it was possible, but he was not dead. Nor was he in the
langvarig sovn
trance he had said he could experience only on Asgard.

He was unconscious, his breathing even, his skin warm—too warm. Pressing a hand to his forehead, she realized he had a fever.

And an entirely different kind of fear shook her.

The first warm glimmers of sunset shimmered through the window, painting the bedchamber with shades of copper and gold, before his lashes finally lifted again. Avril exhaled shakily, felt as if she had been holding her breath all day. Sitting beside him on the bed, she brushed his damp hair back from his forehead, wanting to kiss him breathless, offer prayers of thanks for his life, and besiege him with questions all at once.

She settled for leaning down to kiss his bronzed cheek, relieved to find his skin no longer hot. She set aside the damp cloth she had used to try and cool his fever.

“Hauk, are you all right?” she whispered brokenly, all the tension and fear of this awful day spilling out of her.

He blinked up at her for a moment, as if uncertain she was real. Then he smiled. “Aye.” His voice was a dry whisper. He tangled his fingers through the loose strands of her hair, caressing her cheek. “Tired... but well.”

“You are not in any pain?”

“Nay.” He sounded surprised.

“Thank God.” Suddenly she was trembling. “Hauk, I cannot believe you are here. How is it possible? How long have you been away from Asgard? How is it that your—”

“Shhh, my little Valkyrie.” Burying his fingers in her hair, he drew her down to him for a kiss. “I am sorry that I frightened you so. I am not in any danger—”

“But last night you said you had been away seven days,” she sputtered. “
Seven
. And today makes eight.”

“Aye,” Hauk murmured, smiling as he tenderly kissed her tears away, a storm of emotions in his eyes. “It took time to find you. I first went to your
beau-frère’s
keep in the Artois, only to learn that the
duc
and his wife had escorted you here, to your home in Brittany, with your daughter—”

“Hauk, I do not understand.” She could not stop shaking. “How can you
be
here, with me, alive?”

“I am all right, Avril.” He pressed a finger to her lips, his smile deepening to reveal his straight white teeth and the dimples in his stubbled cheeks. “More than all right. I am free. As free as you are. Let me explain.”

Some time later, after he had told her everything, she sat staring at him through tear-filled eyes, too astonished and overjoyed and hopeful to speak.

“And that was when I fell from the saddle,” Hauk finished, frowning as he admitted it. “I had been feeling unwell all afternoon—dizzy and hot—and I became light-headed and fell. I feared mayhap the elixir had not changed me after all.”

“Hauk, I believe what you experienced is simply what we call the
ague
. It is what happens sometimes when one rides for long hours in a cold autumn rain.” Relief bubbled through her as she smoothed his tangled hair back from his forehead, smiling down at him. “It is quite common among us mortals.”

“I was eager to reach you, my love.”

“And I am afraid you will have a mark to show for it,” she told him reluctantly. “This cut on your forehead will take a while to heal, and it looks as if you may have a scar.”

He reached up to touch it, an odd smile playing around his lips. “A scar?”

“Pray do not sound so pleased,” she admonished. “I would greatly prefer that you not acquire any more.”

He laughed. “I will try, my love.”

“Hauk,” she said more seriously, “there is... there is something else that puzzles me. When you were out in the forest, hurt, I-I
heard
you somehow, calling to me—”

“From inside you, as if I were in your mind, your heart.”

“Aye,” she said in soft wonder, holding his gaze.

“I am not certain myself how it is possible, only that it is said that some men of Asgard share such a bond with their brides. Does it frighten you, little Valkyrie?” he asked gently.

“Nay.” Avril touched his face, her heart beating fast. “I... it only startled me. The way the dreams did. I—” She blushed, glancing down. “I had dreams of you, before we even met. Rather vivid dreams.”

“And I have dreamed of you, as well,” he said huskily, drawing her down onto the bed with him.

Their mouths met in a deep, lingering kiss.

“Hauk,” she said with a sigh as he nuzzled her cheek, her hair. “I am afraid I cannot stay in here much longer, or they will become suspicious.”

“They?”

“Celine and Gaston. They are waiting downstairs in the great hall.”

“Avril, you did not explain to them—”

“Nay, of course not,” she assured him. “I told them I happened upon an injured man—while I was out riding because I could not sleep—and like any good Samaritan, I brought you here to one of the guest bedchambers to heal.”

“A pleasure to make your acquaintance, milady.” He chuckled.

“And yours, sir,” Avril returned with a grin. “But if I remain in here with you any longer, they will begin to realize I am much more to you than a concerned hostess.” She started to get up. “I have been informing them of your condition every now and then.”

“Tell them I will live—as long as you stay with me.” Smiling, he pulled her back down to sit beside him. “Tell them we once saw each other from afar, and I have traveled a great distance to find you because I knew I would love you forever. But do not go yet. First, I have something to ask of you.” His expression became serious. “We must still keep Asgard a secret, to protect everyone there.”

“Aye.” She nodded, warmed by his words and his touch.

“And I am afraid I must retract the other promise I asked of you.” He smoothed her hair back from her face, drew her down for another kiss, murmuring against her mouth, “I do not wish for you to find another husband.”

“Oh?”

“Marry me again, Avril. In the tradition of your people. Let me love you, and take care of you and Giselle... and give you more children to love.”

Tears blurred her vision as she looked into his eyes, those pale-blue eyes like the sky lit by the sun’s hottest rays. “Aye. Oh, aye, Hauk Valbrand. I will marry you. Again.”

Another quick kiss gave way to long, slow kisses. And an embrace that made her body tingle in all its most sensitive places.

“Hauk,” she murmured, even as she melted down onto the bed with him, “I really should go and speak to Celine and Gaston...”

“Five minutes,” Hauk murmured hungrily, easing her onto her back, his hard body covering hers. “Only five minutes more.”

“You are most impatient.” She laughed, twining her arms around his neck. “For a man of three hundred.”

“Thirty,” he corrected lightly. “Here in your world, I am only thirty.”

She pulled him closer, filled with wonder and joy. “I think you will be very handsome, all craggy and silver-haired one day.”

“You will have a chance to find out, my love.” He grinned. “Now then, I believe I was about to make your dream come true.”

“You already have,” she whispered happily. “You already have.”

~
The End
~

An Asgard Island Glossary

Althing
– traditional gathering ceremony for
innfodt
raiders and their
utlending
women

Althing-vellir
– place where the
althing
ceremony is held

Eldrer
– council of elders

Frigga – highest among the Norse goddesses, wife of Odin

God kveld
– good evening

Havamal
– ancient text offering advice to the young men of Asgard about how to please a wife and be a good husband

Hel – Hell in Norse mythology

Hjem
– home

Hjerte
– heart

Hneftafl
– game of strategy played on a carved wooden board

Horde
– small chest, used for holding valuables

Hund feig
– cowardly dog

Innfodt
– the native-born people of Asgard Island

Ja
– yes

Jeg gjor
– I will

Knorr
– single-masted ship used for transporting cargo

Kvasir
–
a mysterious son of the gods, associated with wisdom and poetry

Langvarig sovn
– the deepest sleep

Loki – dark god of lies and mischief

Mine – my

Nei
– no

Odin – chief ruler among all the gods, powerful and wise

Sommer
root – extracted juice of this plant can be used to induce sleep

Stille
– peace, calm, quiet

Thor – god of the sky, thunder and lightning

Torque
– a decorative band of metal worn around the neck

Tyr – god of war and bravery

Ulv
– wolf

Utlending
– foreigner

Vaer snill
– please

Valhalla – Heaven in Norse mythology

Valkyries– fierce warrior maidens in the Norse myths