Harlequin Historical May 2014 - Bundle 1 of 2: Notorious in the West\Yield to the Highlander\Return of the Viking Warrior (47 page)

‘The gods have spoken. Kara Olofdottar has vouched that this man is indeed Ash Hringson, formerly declared dead, and twelve have agreed with her,' the priest intoned after staring at the altar for a lifetime. ‘You are alive, Ash Hringson, according to Raumerike law. You may enjoy all the benefits of your former status.'

‘And the marriage?' Ash's face appeared to be carved from stone. ‘A woman, even a woman as beautiful as Kara Olofdottar, may not have two husbands. Do you accept my claim to her?'

The entire crowd laughed. A hot tide swept up Kara's face. Easy words—that was all they were. Ash didn't mean them, just as he had not meant the compliments he had given her seven years ago. Her father-in-law had demonstrated that fact when she'd fought for Rurik's life. Ash had always used charm and flattery to get what he wanted.

Ice-cold anger swept through her. She might have recognised Ash but it didn't mean she had forgiven him for what he'd done or how long it had taken him to return home. She would not revert to the starry-eyed naïve girl she had once been.

‘The marriage between Valdar Nerison and Kara Olofdottar will not take place today,' the priest confirmed. ‘Ash Hringson has returned to the land of the living.'

‘This is not the end,' Harald Haraldson said, rising to his feet. ‘I will ensure a proper investigation is held into where this man's allegiance truly lies. I refuse to harbour a Viken viper in our bosom. Our country's security should not be put at risk by this...this reckless woman.'

Without waiting for an answer, he stormed out of the hall. The room burst into pandemonium and a crowd of well-wishers swept Ash up, hoisting him on their shoulders and parading him about the room.

Kara stood at the altar, numb and shocked, unable to make any plans or even think straight as the noise surrounding Ash grew louder. Trust Ash to cause the most mischief and chaos that he could. He delighted in things like that.

They might be married, but it was not going to be the same sort of marriage that they'd once had. Her days of longing for approval and thinking he was her ultimate hero and saviour were over. No more. She had grown up. She required a good man by her side, helping her to farm the land and bring her son up, rather than one who went off to find glory. Someone steady and safe like Valdar, rather than someone who was only interested in their personal comfort or good fortune.

‘Thank you, Valdar,' she said quietly, turning away from the spectacle Ash had created and looking directly at her former fiancé who had remained beside her. ‘I appreciate what you just did. Despite Harald Haraldson's outburst, I know Ash will be a true Raumerike subject. He has only come back to claim what is his, not overthrow the king. He is no Viken viper.'

‘Kara?' Valdar regarded her with an intent expression. ‘Why didn't you tell me that there was a possibility that your husband might be alive? You should have trusted me with that knowledge, rather than allowing this to happen. Steps could have been taken.'

‘Tell you what?' The crown pressed harder against her forehead and she struggled to control her anger at this latest injustice. Did he truly think she had arranged this near fiasco? That she wanted this? She had envisioned today ending very differently. ‘You must know that I intended to be a good wife. I thought him dead, like everyone else. The dead simply do not come back to life. Or at least until today...'

‘Your husband has returned. You recognised him without hesitation. Normally in these cases, there is an investigation. I thought maybe you had arranged in advance...'

‘I'm as surprised as anyone to see him alive,' she snapped and instantly regretted her tone as Valdar looked very hurt and concerned. Whosever fault it was, it wasn't Valdar's. She sighed. ‘I'm sorry, Valdar. I don't know what to say. Believe me.'

He squeezed her hand. ‘I hope you are right, Kara, as you will be the one married to him. You'll have to share his fate if it is proven that he is a Viken spy or worse. This is the first time I've seen you act impulsively in the four years we've known each other.'

Kara closed her eyes. Valdar only knew the new Kara, not the one who had married Ash as quickly as she could in case he changed his mind.

‘I can't marry you, Valdar.' Kara pressed her trembling hands together. ‘I'm sorry. It appears I already have a husband. You deserve someone better.'

‘Why would I want anyone else?' Valdar raised her hand to his lips.

‘Find your own wife, Valdar Nerison! This one is taken!' Ash called from behind her.

‘Please, Valdar. I hate scenes.'

Valdar dropped her hand and took a step backwards. ‘At your command, my lady.'

The hurt in his eyes tore at Kara's heart. She'd only considered the marriage for Rurik's sake, but he seemed to have truly desired it. She hated that she'd wounded him.

Ash raised his arm and requested silence. The hall hushed instantly. ‘I have been recognised and welcomed back. I assume a wedding feast will have been prepared. It should now become a welcome-home feast. I look forward to drinking toasts with each and every one of you. I bear none ill will or malice. But would it be too much to ask for time alone with my wife before someone else attempts to steal her from under my nose?'

The entire chamber laughed as Kara fumed. Ash had them in the palm of his hand, just as he always had. Hring had sworn his son had been born with a tongue which could charm the birds from trees, never mind the maidens into his bed.

The last thing she wanted was to be alone with Ash.

Before Kara could object, the priest nodded his assent and indicated that they should use his antechamber.

‘We should go to the feast. People will want to greet you,' she said in desperation. ‘Someone should be there to supervise.'

‘Shall we go from here, wife?' Ash gave an elaborate bow, but his eyes remained colder than a glacier. ‘The men will not miss us for the brief time it will take to exchange our private greetings. The food and drink will flow whether you are there or not.'

‘Do you wish me to come with you?' Valdar asked in an undertone. He placed his hand on the hilt of his sword. ‘I'm here if you need me, Kara. The priest will allow it if I ask. I want...I want to be your champion.'

Kara pressed her hand to her mouth. If she had ever had any doubts about Valdar, they vanished now. Not only had he been willing to recognise Ash, but he was also willing to fight for her. She truly had not deserved him. She wished that she felt something more than simple friendship for him. She wished she had been marrying him because she loved him, instead of to provide protection for her son.

‘How touching, Valdar.' Ash's voice could freeze icicles. ‘But my wife has no need of any champion except for me.'

‘That is for the Lady Kara to decide.'

‘I will be fine,' she whispered back. ‘Fear is not something I have ever associated with Ash.'

Valdar bowed low. ‘Remember, Kara, I wanted to marry you, not the jaarldom. There is always divorce.'

‘I could never...' Her throat closed. How could she have mistaken his intentions so badly? Somehow it made everything worse. She had nearly repeated the same mistake as seven years ago, only in reverse. Did that make her as wicked as Ash had been? ‘It depends on...'

Valdar nodded, understanding that she could never leave Rurik. In any divorce, the children stayed with the father. Ever since she had first felt Rurik move within her womb, she'd loved him unconditionally. She could not simply leave him with a father who was likely to leave on some adventure again, abandoning him. Equally she knew she could not stay with Ash as she once had, looking for the best in everything and instantly forgiving her hero anything.

‘Shall we go?' Kara said with icy deliberateness. ‘You have much to explain.'

Ash put his hand on the small of her back, pulling her close. His lips angled down. She turned her face. A tiny tremor went through her as they brushed her cheek. She stiffened, but his hand kept her close.

‘As do you,' he murmured, giving Valdar a significant look. ‘Wouldn't want anyone to think we weren't the happy reunited couple, would we?'

Kara clamped her mouth shut and knew his touch on her back was about possession rather than any real affection and that she might have made the biggest mistake of her life when she'd acknowledged him.

Chapter Three

‘I
owe you a life debt,' Ash said the instant he was alone with Kara in the priest's antechamber and before she had a chance to start shouting at him about how long he'd been gone.

With its collection of bowls, pitchers and stores of incense, the antechamber was more a storage room than a place of worship. A particularly ugly sculpture of Thor wresting Loki dominated one side of the room. Hardly the place he'd envisioned greeting his wife properly, but it would have to do. Kara needed to understand that he was aware of what she had done and that he appreciated it.

Kara tore off the bridal crown and placed it on the table with a heavy clunk. Her blonde hair hung about her shoulders like a cloud of gold. ‘Of all the things to start with. No explanation or apology. You owe me nothing.'

Ash tensed. He had never seen Kara this angry or upset before. He'd expected her to be overjoyed that he had returned. And she was wrong—he owed her a huge debt.

The events in the temple could have easily gone the other way, endangering both their lives. He had never considered that his uncle would actively seek to deny his identity. His uncle had always encouraged him to chase adventure. Had he decided that the man who had returned was still not worthy of being called Hring Haraldson's son? Or was it some power game that he knew nothing about? All Ash knew was that his uncle was now his enemy and, therefore, his family's enemy, too.

‘I always pay my debts, Kara,' he continued while she regarded him as if she wanted to wring his neck. He'd forgotten how beautiful she could be when aroused. ‘And you gave me back my life.'

‘How can I give back something you never lost?' Her voice dripped with sarcasm. ‘Speaking the truth benefits everyone. Lies are always discovered. We did marry seven years ago. I'm pleased you finally remembered you had a waiting family in the midst of your adventuring.'

Ash struggled to control his temper. He'd always known he had a family. He'd endured the last six years of hell so he could return with his head held high and his honour intact...for his family. ‘What was going on out there, Kara?'

‘I was about to marry an honourable man. Generally that is what being a bride at a wedding means.' Her deep-blue eyes blazed defiantly. ‘To the best of my knowledge, you died in a shipwreck, Ash.'

‘I promised you I would return.'

‘There are some promises people are unable to keep. I've learnt that lesson well, Ash.' She slammed her fists together. ‘You must be aware how difficult it can be for a
widow
to survive.'

Ash rubbed the back of his neck. He supposed he deserved the rebuke. For as long as he could remember Kara had hung on his every word and adored him. When his father had ordered him to marry, Kara had been the natural choice. Safe. Comfortable. Always there and someone who believed in his dreams and him. He'd taken her for granted, just as he had all of his good fortune in those days. But when he'd been trapped in that dungeon with his men dying all about him, he'd known that he couldn't return to Raumerike ruined and broken. He'd sent a message.

He tried to think if the Kara he remembered would have spoken in front of a crowd. His main memories of her were her soft crooning voice as she tended one of the sick animals she had found. Or blushing crimson when he stole a kiss.

‘Why did no one recognise me until you asked?' he asked to keep his mind off uncomfortable thoughts.

She tilted her chin upwards. ‘If you wanted to be recognised without question, you should have returned sooner.'

‘I ran into complications.' Ash waved a hand, dismissing the past seven years. The past was behind him. The less Kara knew of his struggles, the better. She only needed to know he'd returned a hero. She'd always loved a hero. ‘Why were you prepared to marry Valdar Nerison? He is the wrong sort of man for you.'

She batted her impossibly long lashes and her lips quirked upwards, but anger and bitterness blazed in her eyes. ‘How would you know what sort of man I require, Ash? Seven years, Ash, without word. Seven years is far too long.'

He silently counted to ten, rather than giving way to his temper. Did she really want the broken man he'd been after the dungeon? He could remember her last whispered words about making her proud and returning with gold in his purse. ‘Where is my father? Why wasn't he there? Or doesn't he approve of the proposed union?'

Stifling silence invaded the small room. Her expression changed from fury to one of sorrow and pity in an instant. His mind reeled. Ash braced himself, hoping against hope that he guessed wrong.

‘Your father collapsed when he learnt of your death. He never recovered the use of his limbs.'

‘No! I sent a message back. I thought he understood what I needed to do.' Ash fell to his knees on the rushes. His entire body shook. One of the things that had driven him onwards was the thought that his father would finally have to admit that his son was worthy of being called a Raumerike warrior. His father would once again be able to hold up his head. All sense of shame would go. His father would realise the sort of man he'd become. And now he never would.

His father had always seemed as sturdy and steady as the oak which served as the family's guardian tree or
tuntreet
. His father had collapsed when he thought his only son had died and never recovered. Never recovered. Ash's mind shied from the word.

‘Can you take me to see him?' he asked, hoping that his guess was wrong.

‘There is more.'

‘Don't spare me. I want to know everything.'

‘You asked.'

Each new word rained a blow to Ash's heart. His father was dead, but more importantly Kara had spent the last few years caring for his bedridden father.

‘He died last Jul-tide of a fever,' she said, finishing. ‘I run Jaarlshiem the best I can, but the estate needs a master as well as a mistress. I refuse to lose my home, Ash, simply because I don't have a man.'

‘I wish I'd known.' He closed his eyes and offered prayers for his father's shade to any god who happened to be listening. The sort of son his father wanted would have been there to sing the lament and pour some of the ash from the funeral pyre on the family's
tuntreet
.

There were so many things he had planned on telling his father. He'd looked forward to his father finally declaring his only son was worthy of being called the son of one of Raumerike's legendary warriors. ‘I...I would have done things differently.'

‘Undoing the past is an impossibility, Ash.'

Ash struggled to think. His father's demise gave an explanation as to why his Uncle Harald refused to recognise him and why Kara had planned to remarry. His uncle had always coveted Jaarlshiem and the title his father had won through the strength of his sword. The conferring of a jaarldom was far from straightforward if the heir was absent or not a strong enough warrior. It normally took a year or more. And Kara's fate would be tied to the land.

Ash clenched his fist and stared at the cold hearth, aware of his many shortcomings. He'd simply never thought it possible for his father to die.

‘I know you loved your father,' Kara said, breaking the silence. ‘Your father certainly loved you. Weep, if you like. I cried when he breathed his last.'

He raised his face to hers. Tears might come later, but not now. He refused to cry in front of anyone. He remembered her finding him in tears once before when he had run away after his father had beaten him for some trivial offence. She'd wiped his eyes with the corner of her apron. The shedding of tears was an occupation for the youth he used to be, not the man he'd become.

‘I sent word,' he said, turning back to face her when he knew he could trust his voice to remain steady. ‘I did what was necessary for my honour. My father must have understood.'

She put a hand on her hip. ‘Your honour? Since when does honour come before life? Before family?'

‘For my father, always,' he said very slowly. There was no need to recount the beatings he'd suffered as a boy when he'd fallen short of his father's ideals or during the horrors he'd endured in his quest to restore his honour. The thought of returning home without that honour had been unthinkable and, not for the first time, he wished his life had taken a different path. ‘I returned with enough wealth to pay all life debts and tributes I owe. I'm aware of what my father required from any son of his. He beat it into me as a boy.'

Kara slammed her fists together and her eyes blazed with fury. She looked like she had truly become one of the Valkyrie, rather than merely named after one.

‘Your father thought you dead! Dead!' She stamped her foot. ‘Instead of worrying about your precious honour, you should have returned. Your father wanted you here by his side, running the estate when he became too ill.'

‘Hiding behind my father's shade, Kara? We both know how he used his fists. Be honest—you wanted me here, but you also wanted me to be a hero. You asked me to return one.'

She slammed her fists together again. ‘I asked you to return.'

‘I sent word when I escaped from the dungeon,' he explained, watching her intently for any signs of softening and understanding. For months he'd hoped for a word of reprieve, but nothing had arrived. ‘The silence was deafening, but I knew what my father required. Return a hero or die. Pay my debts without his help.'

Kara dipped her head so that her loose hair fell over her face, hiding her expression. Ash watched a tiny heartbeat pulse in the hollow of her throat. Silently he prayed she'd understand what he'd gone through and would forgive him.

‘The tribute was paid years ago, from the estate,' she said in a hollow voice. ‘Shipwrecks happen because the gods wish it. He wanted his son.'

‘My father wanted to preserve the honour of his dead son as he'd no use for the living one,' Ash corrected her with an impatient wave of his hand. Didn't she understand—it had to come from him, from what he'd earned, rather than from what he'd been given? ‘My father should not have suffered for my mistakes. None should have suffered but me.'

‘Are you that wealthy?' she asked lifting her head so her deep blue gaze met his. ‘Four years to pay everyone. Jaarlshiem is one of the most productive farms in Raumerike.'

‘Yes, I am. My last voyage became a raid on a church filled to the brim with gold and silver. My share provided the final amount and more.' He put his hand under her chin and lifted her face so he could gaze directly into her eyes. ‘I came home, Kara. You will not want for anything. I know my duty now that my father is dead and I will do it. You are my wife.'

He bent his head, preparing to taste her lips and see if they were as sweet as he remembered. To kiss away her anger like he had done in the past.

Kara twisted out of his grip. Her gaze became fixed on the grinning statue of Loki, which dominated the priest's antechamber, rather than drowning in the deep blue pools of Ash's eyes. That god-like Ash had a silver tongue to charm people.

It would be so easy to give in and taste Ash's lips. Her entire being wanted to. But she knew kissing Ash would be a mistake. Her attraction to Ash was the hangover from a girlish fantasy. He couldn't just smile at her, touch her hand and make seven years disappear as if they were nothing. Her days of unabashed adoration and ready excuses had finished when her father-in-law had showed her the sort of man Ash truly was. He most definitely had not been the golden hero of her dreams who would magically appear to solve her problems.

Ash had thirsted after glory, putting it before everyone and everything, and he had found it. But how long until he needed to quench his thirst again? This time she had to consider Rurik as well as herself.

She'd grown up in the intervening years. A necessity. She had taken responsibility. She'd run the estate very successfully. She'd done all the practical things that Ash should have been doing, if he had put his quest for glory to one side. Now he expected her to melt in his arms as if nothing had happened, as if she was the same simple infatuated girl who always forgave him with a smile. Romantic words melted like dirty slush in the sunlight of practicality.

‘This isn't the right time or place,' she said, fixing him with her eye as if he were the same age as Rurik and had done some mischief. ‘We're in a temple. People expect to see us at this so-called welcoming feast.'

The excuse sounded weak to her ears. She lifted her chin and glared as if he were Rurik caught in some misdeed. He appeared amused rather than appropriately cowed.

‘Kara, let go of your anger.' He put a gentle hand on her shoulder. The warmth invaded her body, melting the ice which had encased her soul for so long. ‘What purpose does it serve? What matters is the future, our future. As long as the mead and ale flow, the feast will be deemed a success.'

‘Keep away from me!' She took a step back from him. ‘Your touch does nothing for me.'

Her body protested at the lie. A subtle brush of his hand and her internal flame sparked into a glow. For six years, she had considered it dead. Why did it have to be Ash and only Ash who did this to her? She wrapped her arms about her body, struggling not to lean in to him.

Slowly, he lowered his hands. She stumbled backwards.

‘Careful. I don't want you to fall.'

She raised her chin. ‘My balance is excellent. Thank you.'

Kara put her hand over the spot where his hand had been. Warmth pulsed through her. She concentrated on breathing steadily.

‘A problem, wife?' he enquired softly. ‘You used to beg for them—one, two, three. Have you forgotten so soon?'

Kara ground her teeth. Beg for his kisses! She'd behaved worse than she recalled. Or was he remembering another of his women? She had never begged. Asked, maybe. Hoped for, definitely. Did he take her for a simpleton?