“Ho, Vil, Fri called up as she neared the gate. “Have I left a basket up there? I think I did – one I brought to Gab and Spec a few days back. Is it all right to come and get it?”
Vil Ahren stood there high in the soft, cold wind that blew his long black hair, enjoying the view. He was born in the North and liked it so much, the nature, the culture, the people that he had met here in this new Village with the legendary Hall. He turned his frame as he heard a “Ho, Vil” blown in the wind and raised his arm up, palm inward, greeting the healer. “Ho there, too, Lady . . . euhm . . . Fri. Aye, it is up there, let me get it for ye.” He passed quickly by her, taking a glance at the boy in her arms, smiling.
Frisjæl smiled and waited as he climbed to the higher section of the tower, returning ehn later with the basket, only a few remnants remaining in it now. “Can I fetch you anything back?” she asks. “You must be hungry.”
“Odin with yeh my warrior.” Viajn said firmly, coming up into the gate-tower, smiling and adding to Fri, “and Odin with you Odin’s daughter.” She held a plate in her hand with sa-tarna bread, bosk meat and some herbs.
The Weapon Mater turned back with the basket in hand and smiled at Fri. “Ae guess Gab and Spec were hungry,” he chuckled Of course, like him, the men of the Valr were always hungry and thirsty and he felt his own stomach growling, because he’d had nothing today to eat or drink. He saw his woman coming up the Wall too and greeted her “Ho there, mae mate.” He signalled her with his eyes, looking into hers, that he was glad to see her. “How is ye son?” he then asked Fri.
The healer turned and smiled at the woman who’d appeared with food for Vil. “It seems you’re a popular man, Vil,” she chuckled. Then she looked at the woman more closely. “Do I know you?” she asked, thinking the woman familiar, and to Vil’s question replied, “Aye, he’s growing strong. Missing his nakkivik though. We’ll both be glad when he’s safe home.” She turned her attention again to the woman, frowning
Vil’s mate nodded at him and made a face, feeling a bit out of place with the plate in her hands. She blushed and she promised herself to take even more care of her man in future, then grinned cheekily as her hand broke a piece off the sa-tarna, shoving it into her mouth. “I thought it would be nice if we had a meal together,” she said, attempting to alleviate the embarrassing situation. She looked at the woman, knowing her to be the healer, unsure how to reply at the question. She pointed to the baby. “He will be a strong warrior for sure. “He already has the look of one.” She thought to lead the conversation in another direction.
“Aye, that he will. He’s the HighJarl’s son; at least, when Gab returns that title will revert to him and Thorbjørn will take that position again.” She narrows her eyes and peers at the woman.. “It’s your hair I remember. We don’t have many like that here.” She thinks a moment. “Ah, the other day. You were in my rooms with Vil, were you not?”
Vil observed the two women talking to each other for the first time, it seemed. He didn’t introduce them to each other, he thought it was a good moment for them and he didn’t want to be mixed in women’s talk. He was a quiet man when he was among others, female or male. He scanned the area. He was not familiar with the words Fri used at times, but he did his best to understand. She seemed a happy woman, and more so with her son and one in her belly. Those private things were also not of his concern and he kept his remarks general sayinf, “By Odin, he will be back soon and safe. Too, dear Fri.” He gave her a nod. She was a strong woman, but Vil would also protect her when the Village was under attack. He’d sworn that and would do that too. He turned his head to his mate as Fri asked her who she actually was, and quietly followed further the conversation between the women.
Vil’s woman puffed out her cheeks looking at her mate, this time with a smile and let him see she was glad too to see him. She was rarely speechless but this was a situation she’d never been in before. A bit helpless, she studied his green eyes, seeking the right answer. Her hand raised to the hair Fri spoke of. After a while of staring at Vil, she realises that he’d not say much. She turned her attention back to Fri as she spoke. “Indeed, I was with Vil in your healer enclave, she replied honestly. She wasn’t the kind of woman who’d lie., even about things clearly as awkward as this. “You, as a healer, will remember most of the people seeking your help.” She offered a smile, ignoring that Fri was frowning at her.
Fri turns to Vil, a brow raised quizzically. “This woman was a bond, was she not? You freed her?” It was nothing to her either way what Vil chose to do with his women, but she liked order, and was happier when things were in their rightful places. All she asked was that it be made clear what those places were.
The Valr Smith was aware that this was indeed a strange situation and chuckled to himself. “First this woman -‘ pointing to his mate “- was a bond that thought she was a free while ae brought her to ye and a day later became a free one and ae took her as mae woman.” That he said to Fri as he looked at his mate, “This woman ere is the woman of the HighJarl Gab,” making all clear and was a bit irritated that he had to explain everything. He was a quiet man and didn’t want to get mixed in woman’s talk. This time he had no choice and respected both women.
The woman waited to see how the healer would react. She knew who Fri was because the day she’d gone to be examined by her they’d talked a lot, and she’d told her who she was. She walked over to her mate, standing at his side and making clear she knew her place and was proud to stand beside him. Fri smiled to herself, knowing well that Vil preferred his own company, and admired him for making the effort. Personally, she liked the man, and she knew her mate did, too. “I welcome you, now, as a free woman of my man’s hall, Vil’s mate. Forgive me, but after only one meeting and with the lack of sleep my young one causes lately, I have trouble remembering names until a second or third time of meeting. Suffice it to say, I look forward to seeing more of you about here, and hope your life with us will be happy and full of all you want.”
Vil gave the HighJarl’s woman a nod and a little smile. Since he’d arrived here all of them took good care of him . . . although in his stubbornness and pride he would never say such weak things. In his view, it was not done for a Jarl to be emotional. He draped an arm around the shoulders of his woman and took a step closer to Fri’s son, laying in her arms. “Odin blessed ye with a healthy boy. He looks strong,” he said, knowing that there was a special story behind the white blanketed boy and his parents. “Can ae touch him?” he asked her.
Vil’s woman sighed with relief and smiled at Fri. “Thank you, first woman of Mjolnir Valr. I will do meh best to play meh part in this holding, now my kin, too.” She looked at Vil. “The gods guided us and brought as love,” she said, blushing. You know of meh kin and who I am. I wonder, do we have a trader here?” she asked. “I can work here as trader, or leather-worker. I did both in my father’s hall. This was her craft, as all women here would produce or earn their keep in their own way. She fell silent as she watched her mate with the little warrior in Fri’s arms and a warm feeling grew in her heart.
“Aye, Vil, he has no teeth yet, so won’t bite you,” Fri joked and held the boy out towards him. “He’s a friendly lad. No doubt in a little while he’ll be wanting to run after his father all day, and from what Na tells me he’ll be allowed to do that and more. It seems my man and his kind have a soft spot for little ones.” She smiled at Vil’s woman. “I expect you’ll be having your own, soon.”
The quiet man smiled as he heard his mate’s offer of support to the holding. He wanted everyone to work for the good of the holding. His own desire was to search for the mines spoken of in legend. He released the shoulders of his woman as he softly lay his thick finger on the forehead of the child and smiled at the healer’s joke. He felt the soft skin of the child, a softness like silk, and smelled him, too, when bending towards him a little. He looked up at the beautiful face and green eyes of Fri. “So, this is what babies smell and feel like.” He returned to his original position and kept a respectful distance from the child. ”He is also beautiful.” he said. Then looked to his heart and soul next to him, being curious how she would answer Fri’s question.
Vil’s woman watched quietly, then spoke. “Sometimes, when my father was unable to keep me apart from the other women of our holding, I could see how those strong free women worked in the fields with the blessings of Freya on their backs – newborns, older children -” she stopped, and lowered her gaze, a little uncomfortable a revealing parts of her past, but seeing this proud and strong warrior almost cuddling the baby was for her a magical thing. She lifted her grey orbs to Fri’s greens and said firmly, “I hope Freya will bless meh and give meh the honour to give mea mates seed birth. I have to bring a sacrifice to the altar at the rune mountain and spend at least one night there, being tested by the gods and to gain their blessing for our mating.” This was he belief and practice. “It is mae duty to make sure that the house of Ahren will endure.”
Yngvarr’s woman smiled at her, a small sigh escaping her lips. “This place is not like others. In other holdings, you would find circles and altars. Not here. There are stones along the path marked with runes, but the whole mountain is our altar, all of it dedicated to Odin. You’ll find no fat rune priests here either, making themselves soft off the people they’re meant to serve. Here you will find Tootega alongside Odin, two cultures living together in peace. Offer your prayers to what gods you will, and where you feel comfortable. We will have no arguments here as there sometimes are in other places.”
Vil Ahren swallowed and looked at his woman and caressed the nearer side of her face with affection, knowing a little of her past and feeling her hate. He would care for her, as the kin she was now part off, to have a brighter future. “Ae will be at ye side, mae woman as ye go spending the night out there . . . ae and all of us ere have our duties to give the best we can be. Ae know ye will do what ye tell mae . . . us.” He gave her a wink. He heard Fri responding and followed her thoughts about the mountain being an altar and allowing the worhip of not just our gods but those of others, too. He agreed with both of them as all the good of one has to come from the heart to do what is right, even giving their lives.
His woman felt a bit like a bosk cow between larts. “Ohhhh,” she formed with her lips, the vocalised sound following a few ihn later. “In that case I will find mae place to do what I have to do for mae beliefs, Fri,” she chuckled. “Yaeh shall know my kin were like I told you and I learned their ways, but it is good to know that you will tolerate how I am and in what I believe.” She leaned forward and caressed the soft head of the baby with two fingers, smiling excitedly. Like a child with big grey eyes, she sought Vil’s glance. Fri and he could see the wonder in her eyes as she smiled brightly at the words of her mate. “I know yea will be at meh side and yeh will protect meh, but there are things women have to transact with Freya on their own, my warrior. But you will be with me, in meh heart,” she whispered, a bit self-consiously because of Fri’s presence. She cleared her throat and leaned her head on his shoulder.
The healer looked about her, taking a deep breath and inhaling the smells of grass, plants, cooking from the hall; above all she smells the body of her son, clear and clean, always able to pick it out. “This is a special place. We lie between two lives here, those of Torvaldsland and the Basin. Some would be pulled in opposite directions, but we are better than that. With families of both sides joined, there is great peace here, and we let each live in their own way, worship in their own way. You, too ,would be allowed this.”
[2012-08-27 12:26:29] Vilhjalmur Ahren frowned slightly. “Be sure that ae, a Jarl, have also mae business with Freya,” was his cold reaction. Of course she didn’t know what he meant, but love … he hadn’t known at all in his young life. He was furious at times at the gods of old for shaping his life as they had. Of course, they had their reasons and had brought him here where, finally, his life could start. Things had to be to accepted, but it wouldn’t hold him back to curse them once in a while.. He looked at Fri as she spoke of the mixing of cultures in the life of the holding. He could only nod – this was his home.
The woman grumbled softly. “I didn’t tell ya you don’t have business with Freya. I only told yah that some things are to do without men.” She spoke firmly and this time there was brevity with her words. She would do it at her own way, as all women of her family had. As her eyes, met his he could certainly read their expression; she wasn’t that good at hiding her feelings.
Fri smiled. “Of course, I’d only take this so far. I’m not sure I could live for long, as was proved by the fact I came home, with many of the simpering women I found in the south, or their strange men. No, give me the folk of the North any day. They are more honest and true than any I met on my travels to study. ” She smiles again at the Vil’s mate. “A leather-worker, you say? I’ll have to come and look at what you make. Will you have goods on display in the Smithy?”
Vil shook his head as he heard her reply. “Women!” He would never understand their behaviour and their feelings, but understood it was something she wanted to do on her own, as her kin had before her. Ah well, he would, of course, respect that, but there was some darkness in her eyes and that meant he should be aware of something welling inside her. She would see the same thing in him.
“We talked about combining our work, Fri, and it will be a honour to let you see my goods . . .if . . . if I have any. I will start soon. Even I need mining and, well, I am a very good trader, too, so it should work well.” She smiled, nervously, wondering at his dark eyes and making note of it. Then she grinned, feeling his strength. “I will let you know if I have things to let you see, Fri,” she added.
“That pleases me. I’d love to see what you make. I always have great admiration for all who use their hands to craft goods. It’s so clever and such a useful thing.”
Vil simply nodded as he was proud of his work, but he was not that kind of man to push himself forward. He was one that stood back and did what he had to do. He feltl his belly rumbling. His woman blushed, still with the plate in her hand. She looked at the food on it, picking up some meat and quickly shoving it into her mouth, chewing. There’s still quite a lot of meat on the plate. She watches the other two, with a smile on her lips.
“Well, I’ll leave you two to talk, and eat your food. It’s a pleasure to meet you in new circumstances,” she said to the woman, smiling. “I’m sure you’ll find much happiness together.” She turned with a swish of her skirt and, with Thorbjørn on one arm and the basket on the other, set off back to the hall.