Part 25 (1/2)

Soundlessly the wolfman moved away, more like something liquid than solid, flowing from shadow to shadow. Vali steeled himself while Feileg was gone. His sword was leaning against the outside of the king's hall, along with Bragi's. It would take too long to draw though. Vali had a short knife and thought he would do for Feileg with that as the wolfman put on his cloak. Then he would drag him to an animal pen, change their clothes, walk out of the settlement and steal a boat as soon as he could. His nervousness made him restless, and he went back inside the hall.

The skald was causing general hilarity with his flyting, and people were queuing up to try to best him, though no one had managed it so far. They were standing on the benches, clapping and yelling, toasting and cursing him, and everyone was seriously drunk.

Bragi, who was - incredibly - wearing his byrnie, was proffering a drinking horn to a slave girl who was trying to fill it from a jug. He was making her task much more difficult by pulling at her dress as she did so to get a look at her b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

'Outside,' said Vali. 'Now.'

Even though he was mildly drunk, the old warrior caught the seriousness in Vali's voice and followed him into the cool of the night. Vali took him to the shadows.

'When Feileg comes back,' he said, 'I am going to kill him. It must be done quickly and it must be done without sound. The best place is in the shadow of the stable over there. It's dark enough and any noise will not be heard from the hall. It is necessary and I'll explain why once it is done.'

Bragi shrugged. 'The outlaw was lucky to live so long anyway. Strike true. You'll be a dead man if you don't. I'll be ready, whatever.'

'Yes.'

They heard the skald shouting inside the hall.

Five tuns of wine sends the merchant Veles, Only five little tubs to fill our bellies Let us tell this stingy merchant, 'Be cursed!'

Ten fat barrels we'll need to slake our thirst!

There was a tumult of applause and cheers inside the hall.

Feileg was back with three old cloaks in the light Danish style.

'Over here away from the hall, and I'll tell you the plan,' said Vali.

They stepped towards the stable. Vali was very conscious of the knife in his belt. He would make Feileg do up the clasp on his cloak himself. The wolfman was unused to such things, and while his hands were occupied, Vali would stab him to the heart. Vali willed his fingers away from the knife, careful not to give his intentions away. That rune, that writhing, sinuous, s.h.i.+fting rune, was in his head again, but he dismissed it. They reached the lee of the building and Vali pa.s.sed into the shadow. He was eager for Feileg to follow, eager for it to be over. But Feileg had stopped dead. He let out a low growl.

'What?' said Vali.

'There is danger here,' said Feileg. His teeth came back from his lips and he sniffed at the shadows.

'There's no danger. Come here,' said Vali. He felt his heart pumping and his head light with nervousness.

'I will not go there.'

Vali swallowed. Now, he thought. Now!

'Walk on, you girl,' said Bragi.

'Shhhhhh!' said a voice from the darkness.

Now Vali did draw his knife.

A pale face loomed out of the shadow. It was a child - the slave boy the wolfman had released back in Haithabyr.

'Please follow,' he said.

'Keep out of this, child,' said Vali. Had he guessed what was on Vali's mind and was seeking to protect the man who had freed him?

'Scram,' said Bragi. He had automatically picked up his sword when he left the hall and now he wafted it, still in its scabbard, at the boy to swat him away.

'Veles will make you free.'

'How?'

'You will go by the wine road. Follow me.'

Vali thought for a moment and then abandoned his plan. If Veles had sent this boy then perhaps there was a better way out. The boy led them to the side of the king's hall. There were the barrels, open at the top.

'In,' said the boy.

Feileg shook his head. 'No.'

Bragi's hand went to his sword. 'We can just as quick kill you here,' he said.

The wolfman's eyes were blank.

'Fine,' said Vali. 'Don't get in, and stay here to face Hemming's wrath.'

'I am coming with you,' said the wolfman, 'but not in there.'

'There's no other way,' said Vali.

There was a blast of laughter from the hall. Someone had opened the doors.

'I won't be captured again,' said Feileg.

The boy spoke: 'You freed me. I owe you a debt. This is not captivity but freedom. Please, get in,' he said.

There were footsteps now, drunken horseplay, voices repeating things the skald had said and wild laughter.

The wolfman looked at the boy. He nodded and, in what seemed like a single movement, was inside a barrel. Vali got into another, but Bragi couldn't lift himself in. From Veles' boat, four men in tatty work clothes appeared. They tipped a barrel onto its side, and Bragi crawled in. Vali squeezed down as far as he could. He had just enough s.p.a.ce to bend his knees, so his head came below the lip of the barrel.

'Stay inside,' said a voice, and then his barrel was tipped onto its side and rolled towards the sea. The end was open and Vali feared he would be seen, but the night was dark and everyone was drunk. The turning was nauseating though, and it was all he could do to stop himself from falling out.

At the water's edge he felt his barrel lifted into the air and loaded onto a boat. Then a cloth was put over the top end of the barrel and it went dark. He kept still for a while, hearing the sc.r.a.pings and crashes of the other barrels being loaded next to his. How were they going to get through the chain? Hemming would never allow it to be opened at night.

There was the sound of approaching shouts and many feet on the sh.o.r.e. The shouts became a chant: 'More wine! More wine! More wine!'

'Get back to your stingy master and come back here with a gift fit for a king!' It was the skald, shouting from the sh.o.r.eline.

'The chain opens for no one!' It was the voice of one of the men on the boat. 'Wait till tomorrow. You can make do with ale until then.'

'More wine! More wine! More wine!'