Islands in the Fog by Jerry Autieri Page B

gleaming helmets and sparkling mail. Thorvald's talent as a smith was unparalleled, and it showed in the state of the hirdmens' gear. A crew of men were pulling Ulfrik's ships up slope to protect them from capture. On the sparkling turquoise water, three square sails of red and white billowed in the distance. Men crowed the forecastles, spear points flashing. Ulfrik joined Thorvald at the front rank beneath a pole flying Nye Grenner's standard, a flag of green with black elk antlers.
    "Looks like Toki's adventure brought us a fight after all." Thorvald smiled without mirth. Ulfrik ignored him and addressed his men. He felt a swell of pride at how fast they had assembled.
    "You know those sails. You know those men. They are Hardar's folk. You may have drank with them, sung songs with them. But if they step foot on our land intending murder, then you kill them. We protect our families, protect our lands. We are for Nye Grenner!"
    Ulfrik pumped his fist to the sky and the men roared back and stomped the ground. Eighty men in mail coats raised a massive din aimed at cowing the approaching foe. Ulfrik turned to face Hardar as his sails trimmed and the ships glided to the thin strip of beach. He stood out on the prow of his ship. Despite his size, he gracefully leapt into the shallows to wade ashore. His crews piled out of their ships, dragging the vessels onto the beach. Ulfrik squinted at him down the slope.
    Hardar's men huddled behind him like boys behind their mothers. They stood in the rolling surf for reasons Ulfrik did not understand. Seals barked on distant rocks, and the creak of leather and crunch of mail were the only other sounds. Ulfrik inhaled the sea air, waiting.
    Snorri and Toki joined the front ranks. Ulfrik leaned forward to see Toki, his face haggard and drawn. "Your woman's father has something to say to us, and I doubt it's about hosting your wedding."
    Everyone's attention turned back to Hardar. His men moved out of the surf but halted while he and two other men continued up the slope. Ulfrik raised his fist, and his men answered by stomping their feet and banging their shields in time. The thunderous sound stopped Hardar halfway up. Ulfrik held his chin high as the rhythmic beating intimidated Hardar's untrained men. He tapped Snorri and Thorvald. "You two come with me to witness what he has to say. Toki, you best remain here."
    Thorvald planted the standard in the soft ground, then all three approached Hardar. He waited with his hands on his hips, standing before his two men. He wore freshly scoured mail that bulged tight around his middle. His breeches were white with red stripes, his personal colors. A scowl contorted his pale eyes as they searched Ulfrik's face.
    "Just thought you'd bring the men by to say hello?" Ulfrik asked, then smirked.
    "Where's my daughter?"
    His stomach burned at the question, as he hadn't checked if she had accompanied Toki. He hoped Snorri would reply, but he remained mute. "She's ready to travel home. You can take her now."
    Hardar's bluster faltered, but he scanned past Ulfrik and his scowl returned. "Then where is she?"
    "She's coming, as soon as your men board their ships. You shouldn't have come with an army at your back. I might think you want to start a fight."
    Hardar held his belly and laughed. Ulfrik shifted his weight and folded his arms, waiting for Hardar to regain himself. "Your wit is better than the last time I was here. Of course I come to fucking fight! You kidnapped my daughter and sent spies into my land."
    Ulfrik frowned. "You misunderstand, Hardar. Your daughter ran away from you, and one of my men was love struck enough to want to save her. You have my word it was nothing more."
    "Your word, eh?" Hardar flashed an evil smile, then tapped the man next to him. "Dag, give me the sack."
    Ulfrik watched a black cloth sack that hung full and heavy pass into Hardar's grip. He plunged his hand inside while addressing Ulfrik. "Seems there is a misunderstanding.