Viking Series - My Fair Viking Part 1
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MY FAIR VIKING.
By Sandra Hill.
This book is dedicated with much fondness and respect to Alicia Condon of Dorchester Publis.h.i.+ng. She has been my editor for thirteen novels and one anthology.
Not only is Alicia an editor extraordinaire, she shares my sense of humor. The only idea she ever nixed was my wanting to make one of the Three Wise Men a romance novel hero. I'm still hoping to slip that one by her. (Grin) Alicia makes my books better. What else could any author want? Thank you, Alicia.
Seafarer, may the sweet songs of the G.o.d of verse drench your mind, and may your men's lips be stilled by art. For in the far and rich fields of Norway the seeds my song sows will ripen, so men may taste its fruit.
Egils Saga circa tenth century.
Reader, may the sweet words of my muse drench your mind, and may you stand in awe of my books. For in the far and rich fields of my imagination, the seeds of ever more stories do ripen, so that all of you may taste of its fruit.
Sandra Hill, 2002 a shameless play on Egils's words.
Prologue.
Jorvik, A.D. 937.
It was alms day in the market town, and hundreds of people, many of them children, crowded the minster steps, screaming and pus.h.i.+ng for the loaves of dark bread to be handed out by the clerics.
Among the poor who lined up for their weekly pittance of food were seven-year-old Adam and his four-year-old sister, Adela.
"Don't be afeared, Adela," Adam said. "No one can hurt ye... leastways, not whilst I'm here to protect ye."
Adela stared up at him adoringly, her thumb planted firmly in her mouth, as it always was. Despite her being covered with filth from bare feet to lice-infested head, as he was, too, Adam thought she was more comely than a harem princess... not that he'd ever seen a harem princess, but he'd heard sailors speak of such as they strolled the city. Adela was the only family he had since their mother had died a year past and left the two of them to roam the wharfside streets on their own. Adela meant more to him than anything. He promised himself in that instant that someday he would replace her threadbare garments with jewel-studded silks. And she would take a bath sometimes, too. Most of all, he would always, always be there to protect her.
"Now, ye mus' stand right here, Adela, whilst I try to get us some bread. Do ye promise not to move?"
"Yea, Adam." She nodded her head up and down, eyes wide with fright as she watched him make his way craftily to the front of the mob, pinching a b.u.t.tock here, darting between legs there, finally pulling a small loaf out of the priest's fingers just as he was about to hand it to an old woman in rags.
"Come back, ye b.l.o.o.d.y toad," the woman screeched, to no avail. Many in the crowd turned to watch his progress, some trying to s.n.a.t.c.h his precious booty. But there was no way he would give up his hard-won food. He shoved it down the front of his dirty tunic and ran for his life toward his sister.
Reaching Adela, Adam quickly broke the loaf in half, and the two of them gobbled the moldy bread ravenously. It was the first they'd eaten in a day or more, but more important, the food was safer in their stomachs than in their little hands where those larger than they would think nothing of killing them for the crumbs.
While his mind had wandered, a lady had hunkered down on her haunches in front of Adela. She was a tall lady, but not so big as the man who stood behind her... the size of a warhorse, he was, and mean, would be Adam's guess, by the scowl on his face. Both of them had pale blond hair, which probably meant they were Vikings... not surprising, since this was the Norse capital of Britain. The place was flooded with the b.l.o.o.d.y sea pirates.
"What's your name, little girl?" The woman reached out to brush some lank strands of hair off Adela's face as she spoke.
Although the woman looked harmless enough, there were evil folks lurking about the city, and Adela recoiled. "Adam," she whimpered, reaching for him with one hand, while the thumb of the other shot immediately into her mouth.
"Why do ye want to know?" Adam demanded, narrowing his eyes and putting his hands belligerently on his hips. "You two shouldn't be out on the streets like this. Where are your parents?" "Got none." "Did they .. die?" "Yea, our mother died. What matters it to you?" The lady inhaled sharply. "When was that?" "Last winter." "A year! And who do you live with now? Your father?" "Huh?" "Rain, we have lingered here overlong," the blond man interrupted, taking her arm. Rain, he had called her. What an odd name. "Just a moment, Selik," the lady insisted. "Remember the woman in childbirth," Selik reminded her. "Oh, I forgot," she said, shooting a look of apology at another man standing beside the Norseman. It was Uhtred, a resident of Jorvik that Adam had seen about on occasion. His wife was big-very big-with child these days. She was nowhere around now. No doubt she was off somewhere in a pile of straw, popping out her latest brat. The lady Rain was addressing Adam again. "Who did you say was taking care of you?" He raised his head defiantly and snarled, "I take care of me sister and meself." "I just want to help-" "Hah! Just like Aslam-" "The slave trader?" Selik asked with surprise. "Yea, the slave trader. Keeps tryin' to ketch us, he does. But I be too fast fer the fat old codsucker.
Says he knows of a sultan in a faraway land that wants ter have us fer his very own children, to give us a home and good food, but I know what he wants. Yea, I know." "What?" Rain exclaimed, even as Selik said a foul word behind her.
"He wants to b.u.g.g.e.r us both, he does, to stick his c.o.c.k up our a.r.s.es," he declared with a streetwise explicitness that he hoped would shock the lady into going away. He spat at her feet, grabbed Adela's hand, and disappeared into the crowd.
"I only wanted to help you," she called after them.
Those words rang in Adam's ears, false as they must be, and he slowed his pace. For some reason he could not explain, he decided to follow the blond giants hurrying to keep pace with Uhtred, whose wife was apparently unable to pop out their latest babe with her usual ease.
At one point, when he drew close to them in the crowded sector of Coppergate where all the tradesmen had their stalls, he overheard Rain complain to Selik, "We should have stayed and helped them."
"You're out of your b.l.o.o.d.y mind. I want no children of my own, and for certain I will not care for anyone else's bothersome brood. Get that through your thick head."
"But, Selik, did you see that little girl's eyes when she looked back at us over her shoulder? They were pleading for help."
"You see and hear only what you want, wench. Did you hear the coa.r.s.e-mouthed, filthy pup? He wants no help, and I daresay the tough little whelp could survive on a battlefield, let alone the streets of a market city."
It took Adam a few moments to realize that the "coa.r.s.e-mouthed, filthy pup" Selik referred to was him. He growled and would have pounced forward and taken a bite out of the man's leg, but Adela held him back. She did, indeed, have a pleading look in her blue eyes.
"Please, please," Uhtred was begging, pulling on Rain's sleeve. "My wife is dying, and you stand here prattling about worthless street children."
Rain turned on Uhtred with anger. "And what makes you think your unborn child is worth more than those two precious children?"
Precious? Who? Us? In that instant, Adam's heart felt as if it were growing and growing. He could love this woman, he decided... like a mother. Then he shook his head fiercely to rid his brain of the witless notion.
Hours later, Adam stood peering through a wide crack in Uhtred's miserable hut. Adela was asleep in the lap of Selik, who sat under a nearby tree, his long legs stretched forward and crossed at the ankles. How that had come about, Adam wasn't quite sure, but he did know that there was no way he was leaving Uhtred's home, despite Selik's harsh reprimands that birthing was no sight for a little boy. If Selik called him a "little boy" one more time, Adam vowed he would give him a famous Anglo-Saxon gesture. But he'd best be ready to run when he did, with Adela in hand and not cuddled in the Viking's lap.
The thing that enthralled Adam was what Rain was doing inside the hut. She was a healer, apparently. Not just a midwife, as some old crones were, but an actual trained physician. Amazed, he watched as she turned the babe inside the woman's womb with her hands shoved inside, made a small cut in the place between her woman-folds, then helped to ease the babe out when it was ready.
Adam was only seven years old. He was not given to religious turns, having given up already on the G.o.d his mother had prayed to... or was it G.o.d who had given up on him and Adela? But somehow, Adam came to an insight way beyond his years. It was his destiny to protect Adela, of course, but he had another destiny, too. He was going to become a doctor. Yes, he was.
He swaggered over to Selik with as much confidence as he could display and announced, "Guess me and Adela will be going home with you tonight." It wasn't as if anyone had invited them, but sometimes Adam had found it was best to take the first step.
Selik looked as if he'd swallowed a frog. Actually, his scowling face turned a shade of green.
But he didn't say no, which Adam took for a good sign.
It appeared he and Adela would have a home of sorts... for a while.
Viking Northumbria, A.D. 960 (twenty-three years later) Adela was dead.
Adam the Healer dropped to his knees and beat his breast. Muttering to himself rather than to anyone who might hear in the crowded hospitium at Rainstead, he berated himself, "Two life missions I have had-only two; to protect Adela and to be a healer. I have failed at both."
For the first time in Adam's thirty years, he cried. In fact, he wailed his grief to the high heavens and pulled at his hair. "I should join my beloved sister in death. The pain is more than I can bear."
"Nay, master, do not speak such sacrilege. Only Allah, or your Christian G.o.d, should make such destiny-decisions," his a.s.sistant Ras.h.i.+d cautioned softly, putting a comforting hand on Adam's shoulder.
But there was no comfort to be had this day.
Adam leaned forward over the pallet and pressed a soft kiss on his sister's already cool cheek. Death wasted no time once the last breath was stilled. Soon the body stiffening would take place, and the skin color would change. He was a physician; he knew these things too well. "Good-bye, sweet Adela," he whispered. "Forgive me for coming too late."
A monk from the minster in Jorvik knelt on her other side and started to speak the last rites over her. It was a routine the priest must have played out over and over. Did his faith ever falter? Did he ever wonder why his G.o.d would take so many innocent people?
With a sigh, Adam rose to his feet and let Ras.h.i.+d lead him down the rows of pallets where dozens of people lay sick and dying of the wasting disease that had hit Jorvik with such devastation these past months. The toll in lives thus far was horrible to contemplate.
"Healer, help me," one dying man called out to Adam.
"Master Adam, Master Adam..." another entreated.
"I hurt," a child's weak voice whimpered.
Over and over, the sufferers called for Adam and his healing skills, but he had nothing left to give. If he had not been able to save his sister, how could he help them?
Adam followed Ras.h.i.+d outdoors where the fresh air was at first a balm to his raw lungs. It was a momentary ease, however, for as his eyes scanned Rainstead for the first time in five years, he did not see the manor house, the orphanstead, the weaving sheds, stables and outbuildings, the hospitium... all that Rain and Selik had built over the years to aid the homeless of Jorvik. What he saw was the grave mounds being dug for his stepparents, whose material possessions would go to their natural children; they had pa.s.sed to the other world only days ago.
He grieved mightily for Selik, who had adopted him and Adela all those years ago... and for his wife, Rain, who had been more than adoptive mother to him. Rain, a far-famed healer, had taught him all she knew of medicine and encouraged him to study further in the East-lands, where the Arab physicians were at the forefront of research amongst all those in the world. But Rain and Selik had pa.s.sed many winters together, having seen more than fifty good years. Adela had been a relatively young woman... only twenty-seven.
If only he had not stayed away so long!
He'd received the missive a month ago from Rain, informing him of the epidemic and how it was. .h.i.tting so many in Jorvik and at her orphanage. "Come home, Adam. You are needed here."
Rain and Selik and Adela had not been afflicted then, but he had made all possible haste at the summons. Immediately after receiving the letter, he'd left the caliph's palace in Baghdad, where he'd been conferring with physicians who'd gathered from all sectors of the Eastlands to share their knowledge, but his longs.h.i.+p had had to be prepared for the journey and then they had been delayed by sea storms for a sennight and more. He'd arrived two days past to find Rain and Selik already gone, and Adela near death.
"You came," Adela had whispered on first seeing him, raising a hand weakly to caress his face. Already, the death rattle had been in her voice.
Then, "Thank you, dear brother, for caring for me all those years."
And finally, "I love you, Adam. Be happy."
He'd tried frantically to save her... everything Rain had taught him, everything the world's best physicians had taught him... but nothing had worked. She'd died in his arms an hour ago.
"What will we... what w.i.l.l.you do now?" Ras.h.i.+d asked.
Adam shook his head with indecision. "I must stay for the burial of my stepparents and Adela. Viking funerals are elaborate, drawn-out affairs. After that, I do not know. Mayhap I will go to Hawks.h.i.+re... that small estate Selik and Rain left me in Northumbria. Mayhap I will return with you to the Eastlands."
A long silence settled over them as they walked aimlessly about the grounds.
Finally Adam said, "One thing is certain. No longer will I answer to the name of healer. I am forswearing medicine."
Chapter One.
Hawks.h.i.+re, Northumbria, A.D. 962 (twoyears later).
"With all due respect, Master Adam, you need a harem."
"No harems, Ras.h.i.+d."
"Just one."
"Not even one."
"Dancing girls?"
"Nay!"
"A Nubian concubine?"
"Nay!"
"Triplets from Cordoba who could give a man thrice the pleasure?"
"Nay, nay, nay!"
"Hmph! Man was not intended to live this way. Truly, I do not understand how you can be content to
live as a... a... hermit. 'Tis unnatural."
"No harems," Adam repeated.
Ras.h.i.+d muttered one of his usual proverbs, in this case, "Even paradise is no fun without people." With a
grunt of disgust, he gave up, for the moment, and returned to his work. Adam, on the other hand, stared off into s.p.a.ce, realizing with some amazement that he actuallywas acontented man, just as his faithful a.s.sistant had inferred. That realization came to him with suchsuddenness that Adam, rather stunned, set his quill down and smiled to himself. Despite all the misery and grief-and, yes, self-pity-peace had somehow crept up on him. Mayhap his inner wounds were finally healing.
But wasn't that an irony in itself... that a man who had been renowned for his adventuresome spirit,
wicked sense of humor, and wanton ways now took great comfort incontentment ? It was a graybeard'sword. Next he would be calling for a hot posset and a cane. Before he had a chance to catch himself, Adam sighed aloud.
"There are harems, and then there areharems ," offered Ras.h.i.+d, misinterpreting Adam's sigh. "I'm especially fond of women who can dance the Ritual of the Veils. Or those who are double-jointed. Or those with an ample set of b.u.t.tocks. Or those with b.r.e.a.s.t.s like pomegranates. Or those-"
"Pfff!" was Adam's only response.
Ras.h.i.+d's biggest complaint about the Saxon lands was its dearth of women... especiallytalented women. He was of the firm conviction that the answer to any male difficulty could be found between the thighs of a comely woman, with or without talents, and he did not mind sharing that conviction with one and all. 'Twas best to ignore him betimes.
Adam picked his quill up, dipped it in the ink pot's treaclyencaustum , and resumed scratching on the parchment pages of his herb journal. In some ways, this two-year respite from medical practice had helped Adam become a better doctor. He was a.s.similating all his thoughts and research from the past ten years or more and putting them on parchment.
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