Chapter 7
Steel. Heavy steel. Angular and Gothic. The spike-shouldered breastplate had curlicues and inlays on the points, for heaven’s sake. Not for the first time, Erik Hakkonsen stared in irritation at the heavy plate armor, as he stood sharpening the blade of his Algonquian war hatchet. He was waiting, not with any eagerness, for his squire-orderly to help him into it. He’d drawn the guard-stint for this State banquet. He looked balefully at the closed-pot helmet he’d be sweating in one hour from now. No good German Ritter would consider wearing anything else but full armor.
Only . . . Erik was not a German Ritter. An Icelander wasn’t as stupid and hidebound as these continentals. Any Icelander, much less one who had skirmished on the Vinland frontiers, would turn up his nose at elaborate plate armor. A crossbow bolt would punch through it and a ball from an arquebus or a good pistol would shatter the steel. For that matter, at close quarters Erik could find the joints and cut them apart with his blade-and-pick tomahawk, as easily as shucking clams.
And carrying all those pounds of useless steel without a horse to help . . .
He heard the creak of the door. “What kept you, Pellmann?” he snapped, putting the whetstone down. “I’ve been waiting half an hour. . . . Oh.”
The visitor had flopped onto the caryatid-pillared bed. The accommodation was a far cry from the cells in the bleak monastery at Greifswald. It wasn’t his churlish Pomeranian squire-orderly admiring the caryatides. The bed protested as the large human negligently sprawled on it rolled closer to inspect the finely carved detail. Manfred whistled appreciatively.
His reaction to the carving was predictable. Perhaps even justified, Erik was willing to admit. Erik himself had blushed when he realized that the carved nymph was perfect in every anatomical detail. The bed’s reaction was also quite predictable—and justified. Young Manfred was designed by nature to wear armor. To wear armor without noticing it.
It never failed to irritate Erik. The steel would chafe his lean, angular, sinewy body raw. Manfred was better shaped and padded for this sort of thing.
The solid, blocklike Manfred grinned, revealing slightly skew solid blocklike teeth in a jaw whose musculature matched the rest of him. Erik suspected Manfred could crunch clams without even bothering to open them.
“Well, you’ll just have to go on waiting.” The young knight-squire drew a bottle from under his cotte, and tossed it to Erik. “Here. Try some of this.”
Erik drew the cork without thinking, and took a deep pull. He spluttered. “What is it? Armor polish?” Then he remembered himself, and his duty. He was sworn to the order and God for another two years. He rammed the cork home and tossed it back to the laughing knight-squire. “In heaven’s name, Manfred! If Abbot Sachs catches you with that stuff, he’ll have you pushing guard duties until you turn gray.”
“He’s with Sister Ursula again. Doing abbotly duties, no doubt,” said the worldly-wise scion of the imperial court at Mainz.
Erik felt his face redden. “Jesu! Manfred, don’t say things like that! He’s a man of God.”
In reply the young knight-squire drew the cork from the dull green bottle with his teeth. He took a deep pull. He did not splutter. He set the bottle down on the stone-flagged floor. With beer-brown innocent eyes he looked mournfully at the Icelander. Then, sighed heavily.
“Erik, alas, I am a man of the flesh. And this is Venice! It’s supposed to have the best courtesans and the best bordellos in all Europe. We’ve been here for nearly two days and I haven’t sampled them. You’re supposed to look after me! What say you we cut this banquet tonight and go whoring? These local girls will go wild over that blond head and that chiseled chin of yours.”
Erik felt himself blush, again. He couldn’t help liking his young charge. And he couldn’t help wishing that Manfred had been placed under someone else’s eye. He understood why he’d been singled out for this. It was, he supposed, a great symbol of trust, and a great honor. It was also a great headache.