“So you think the other berserks you knew had something wrong with them too,” said Shef thoughtfully. “But maybe not in their bodies.”
“That was the case with Ivar Ragnarsson,” Hund confirmed. “They called him the Boneless, from his impotence, and he hated women. But he was normal in body, I saw that for myself. He hated women for what he could not do, and he hated men for what they could do that he could not. Maybe the same is true with our Cuthred, only with him he was made like that, he did not make himself. I am amazed at the way he healed. That cut was all the way through the thigh and into the bone. But it did not bleed till I began to dress it, and it has healed like a surface scratch. I should have tried tasting his blood, to see if there was something strange in it,” he added thoughtfully.
Brand and Shef looked at one another for a moment in alarm. Then their attention was distracted. The ridge-path made a sharp turn to the left, by a cairn of stones, and as they followed it round the land seemed to part before them.
There, down far below, was a deep valley with at the end of it a new and silver gleam. Too big for the mountain streams they could see everywhere, a gleam that led widening out to the horizon. On it, for those with the far-sight of seamen, little flecks of color.
“The sea,” muttered Brand, reaching out and gripping Shef’s shoulder. “The sea. And look, there are ships riding at anchor. That is the Gula-fjord, and where the ships are is the harbor for the great Gula-Thing. If we can reach there—maybe my Walrus will be there. If King Halvdan did not take her. I think—it’s too far away—but I could almost think that one moored far out was her.”
“You can’t tell one ship from another ten miles away,” said Hund.
“A skipper can tell his ship ten miles away in a fog,” retorted Brand. He kicked heels into his weary pony’s barrel sides and began to plunge forward down the slope. Shef followed more slowly, waving to the rest to close up.
They caught up with Brand as his overburdened pony flagged, and managed to persuade him to halt as night came on, still several miles from the site of the Gula-Thing and its harbor. When they finally rode or walked next morning into the half-mile wide cluster of tents, turf booths, and temporary shelters, all of them leaking smoke into the Atlantic breeze, a small knot of men stood to greet them: not warriors in their prime wearing armor, Shef was concerned to note, but older men, even greybeards. Spokesmen for the community, the counties served by the Thing, and the kinglets or jarls who guaranteed its peace.
“We hear that you are robbers and night-thieves,” said one of them without preamble. “If you are such you may be hunted down and killed without penalty by all the free men who come to this Thing, and you have no share in its peace.”
“We have stolen nothing,” said Shef. It was not true—he knew his men stole chickens from every farmyard and butchered sheep for their stewpot without compunction—but he did not think that these petty thefts were the problem. As Osmod said, they would have paid for food if anyone had offered to sell it to them.
“You have stolen men.”
“The men were stolen in the first place. They came to us of their own free will—we did not seek them out. If they have freed themselves, who can blame them?”
The Gula-men looked uncertain. Brand followed up in a more conciliating tone. “We will steal nothing within the circuit of the Thing, and will observe its peace in every respect. See, we have silver. Plenty of it, and gold as well.” He slapped a clinking saddle-bag, pointed to the precious metal shining on Shef’s accouterments and his own.
“You will promise to steal no thralls?”
“We will steal no thralls and harbor no thralls,” said Brand firmly, waving Shef to silence. “But if any man following us or here already wishes to claim that any of our company is or ever was his thrall, then we will make counter-suit against him for enslaving a free man without right or justice, and claim against him for every injury, blow, insult or mutilation suffered in the course of that slavery. As also for each year spent in slavery, and for loss of rightful earnings during that time. Furthermore…”