To Love Again - Bertrice Small [190]
He looked eagerly toward the end of the hall for the servants who would soon be coming from the cook house with the morning meal. Ragnar well remembered the good table Cailin kept. “I had a man on the hill watching from the day you found her at your gates,” he told Cailin, and then he gulped down the good brown ale poured into his cup. “I’ve never tasted better,” he complimented her with a grin.
“Yesterday,” Cailin said slowly. “She contacted the man yesterday afternoon when she slipped out, ostensibly to berry, but she took no basket with her. I knew it a lie, but not the reason for the lie.”
The food was now beginning to arrive. Ragnar took his knife from his belt and cut himself two thick slabs of ham. He helped himself to several hard-boiled eggs and a small loaf of bread. “More ale!” he commanded the attending servant, then he asked Cailin, “Where are your children, lady? I hear you had a son but a few weeks back. That bitch Antonia lost my child after the solstice. It was a son, too. She is a bad breeder, but you will be a good breeder for me. Did you know that I am going to make you my wife, Cailin? The first time I ever laid eyes on you, I knew that I wanted you. My Saxon women are good creatures, loyal and hardworking, like milk cows. Antonia is a viper, but sometimes a little poison is sweet. You, however, my little fox vixen with your russet curls, will give me the greatest pleasure of all.”
“I have a husband,” Cailin said quietly. She was not afraid of this braggart. He could not have taken Cadda-wic without treachery, and he would be driven out.
“I will kill Wulf Ironfist,” Ragnar bragged.
“I think rather he will kill you,” Cailin replied quietly.
“Your children?” he demanded again. “Where are they?”
“They are gone,” she said with a small smile.
“That cannot be!” he roared angrily, furious, for her children were the weapon he intended to use against her. “How can they be gone?” The veins in his thick neck stood out clearly, and they were throbbing.
“You gained entry to Cadda-wic by means of a ruse, Ragnar Strongspear,” she said. “I was already awake when you entered the hall. At first I believed my husband had returned. I opened the door to look down, and saw you. My son was newly fed, and so I awoke my daughter. I dressed both children, and while you were bragging and bellowing and attempting to put the fear of the gods into my people, I brought my children down into the hall, gave them into the keeping of my servant, Nellwyn, and watched while she walked through the gates with them. Your men were so busy trying to bully mine that they never even noticed Nellwyn pass them by. She is now well on her way to Braleah. You will not catch her, I think,” Cailin concluded, laughing lightly.
“Braleah? What is that place?” he growled.
“One of the villages belonging to Cadda-wic,” she told him. “Surely you did not think we were alone but for a few of my Dobunni kin? Cadda-wic has four villages belonging to it. You will be unable to hold them, if you can even find them. Nellwyn will raise the alarm against you, and Wulf Ironfist will come with many men to drive you out. If I were you, I should finish my meal and hurry home.”
“What a woman you are!” he answered her, grinning. “Even if I were to take your advice, I should take you with me, Cailin. You are not simply strong and beautiful, you think like a warrior. I do not believe I should like such a trait in any other woman, but it becomes you, my fox vixen. By Woden, it becomes you well!”
Cailin sipped her watered wine and ate heartily of bread, ham, and hard cheese. She had nothing more to say to Ragnar Strongspear. Finally she stood up and strode from the high board.
“Should I stop her, lord?” Harald asked nervously.
“Are the gates now secured?” Ragnar demanded sarcastically.
“Aye, lord!” Harald said.
“Then let her be, you fool. Where will she go that I cannot find her? She is, I suspect, about her daily duties, and nothing more.”
Cailin was,