‘That’s why I’m here,’ he said. ‘I-’
‘O Freya, guard them,’ said Jodis, who had guessed no good had come to the women. ‘What?’
‘Ma Disa is dead and Adisla taken,’ said Vali.
Jodis could no longer hold on to her tears.
‘I’ll avenge the first and find the second,’ said Vali.
She gave him that look again, the one she’d given him when she’d heard that Forkbeard had planned to hang Adisla, but then she tempered it. She was very fond of Vali but regarded him as something of an idiot. The capture of the wolfman had shown that he wasn’t.
‘Do you even know where they’ve gone or who they were?’
‘I suspect they’ll go to Haithabyr, at least eventually. They were Danes — Haarik and his men.’
‘They could take her to his court or sell her in the east, or do many other things with her. She could be anywhere.’
‘Which is why I’m here,’ said Vali.
Jodis looked blankly at him.
‘I want you to work Ma Disa’s magic. It took me to the wolfman; it can take me to her.’
She shook her head. ‘I’ve never done it. Ma Disa had a gift for that. I just helped her.’
‘Then you know how it’s done?’
‘Yes, but it’s not possible, even if I wanted to. The fire herbs are all gone. They grow only in the spring and they’re very rare. We won’t be able to harvest any for months.’
‘Those herbs are entirely necessary?’
‘Yes.’
Vali breathed out heavily. He had no faith at all that the berserk would yield information under torture, though that wouldn’t stop him trying. Did the berserk know anything anyway? He was a hired hand. Vali knew that when Forkbeard went on raids with berserks he kept the target secret until they were at sea, to prevent them going it alone. As much as it would please him to try to beat information out of Bjarki, Vali doubted he actually had any.
‘There is no other way?’
Jodis shrugged.
‘What?’ said Vali.
‘There is, but it will kill you.’
‘What is it?’
‘You go to Odin at the mire,’ said Jodis.
‘Meaning?’
‘It’s not been done since I was a girl, but if the prophecy is important enough to you then it’s worth it. You go to Grimnir’s Mire and present yourself to the god of the hanged, the god of the drowned, and you ask him what you want to know.’
‘How do I do this?’
‘By drowning,’ said Ma Jodis.
‘How can the prophecy be any good to me if I die?’
‘You go to the edge of death, and there you bargain with the gods for your life. You offer them what you can, and if it pleases them they take it and tell you what you need to know.’
‘What can I offer a god?’
‘Your suffering,’ she said.
Vali stiffened his jaw and gave a short nod. ‘Have you done this?’
‘No, but I have seen it done. It was many years ago now. Princess Heithr went to the mire.’
‘I thought that was just a story. Was it a success?’
‘She revealed four traitors in her father’s court and the location of the Thjalfi hoard.’
‘They found the hoard?’
‘They did. Though she never got to see it. The ordeal killed her.’
Vali put his hand on the low roof and thought for a moment. What was his life without Adisla anyway? Everyone has to die, it’s just a matter of when. Only a fool would throw his life away, though.
‘Can you do it? I don’t want to die for nothing, Ma.’
‘It’s straightforward but more a question of whether you can do it. You drown at the sacred mire, the place between land and water. It’s a gateway that leads to other places in the nine worlds. The force of your will is all you’ll have to help you find the path. You need no more preparation than a warrior dying in battle does to make it to Valhalla.’
Vali gave a curt nod. ‘How long will it take?’
‘Who knows? You must drown and revive, drown and revive, until the vision comes to you or you drown and do not revive. It could happen the first time; it could happen the tenth or never. And it’s not easy to force yourself back to those waters, no matter how much you’re burning for an answer. You’ll fight it, so you’ll need to be tied.’
Vali had vowed to ask Odin for nothing but his was a circumstance he had not foreseen.
‘I’ll do it,’ said Vali.
‘There is one other thing,’ said Jodis. ‘The gods aren’t the only things waiting in the nine worlds. We’ll put a noose on you. It’s a symbol so the god can find you, but if you snap your bonds or begin to speak as a giant or witch, or worse, then we’ll use it to kill you. Don’t converse with giants, Vali, nor with the other monsters you may see down there.’
‘Bring your rope,’ said Vali. ‘If this is the only way, then this is the only way.’
‘You’ll need men to help you in and out of the water. Even in your bonds you’ll need to be held down,’ said Jodis, ‘and I haven’t the strength to strangle you or the sureness to shorten your suffering with a knife.’
‘Is your grandson in there?’
‘He is.’
‘Then send him to Hogni and Orri,’ said Vali. ‘Come on. We need to begin.’
21
He had been at the drowning pool before, of course. It was in a sunken hollow on a natural shelf in the low hills that led up from Jodis’s farm. Prisoners and sacrifices had been sent to the gods in Grimnir’s Mire in years gone by, but no one had died there since the princess had sought her answer all those years before. The children knew its reputation though, and it was said that the ghosts of long-dead kings and warriors haunted the waters at night.
Vali felt a chill go through him as he sat waiting for Hogni and Orri. Was it the breeze cutting in from the sea or was it some deeper feeling? How many had died there and to what purpose? Did places such as the mire really carry an imprint of the deaths they had seen or was it just childish memories that set his flesh creeping, the echoes of stories told to frighten and thrill the long winter nights away?
He felt very cold. Clouds had rolled in off the sea, turning the sky to iron and spitting the air with rain. He wished he had brought his cloak with him but then realised he was going to be a lot colder soon. And what did his discomfort matter? Did Adisla have a cloak to shelter her from the rain out on that boat? What was happening to her? He couldn’t bring himself to think on that. For every discomfort or abuse she suffered, he vowed to himself, those who inflicted it on her would suffer one hundred times worse. Until he met her again, he swore, no pain would daunt him. He had suffered as much as it is possible to suffer when he saw her on that longship.
‘Lord, a great victory.’ A hand was on his shoulder. It was Hogni.
‘The Danes have taken flight,’ said Orri, ‘and the win is yours to claim.’
‘My glory must wait a while,’ said Vali. ‘I have another battle to fight.’ He nodded towards the water.
It was just a pool, he told himself, something he would use for a purpose, like a plough or a sword.
