Hogni and Orri looked at the noose Jodis was tying, the symbol of Odin, the triple slip knot — if that’s what you could call it. The dead lord’s necklace only slipped one way. Once it was on, you took it off with a knife or not at all. The men glanced at each other.
‘You are seeking answers from the gods?’ said Orri.
‘I want to find where Adisla has gone. Do you have a better way?’
‘They’ll take her to Haarik’s court.’
‘Maybe, and maybe not. They could sell her in Haithabyr or in any market along the way. She could be given to a mercenary as payment, and besides…’ He didn’t want to say it, the thought seemed too bizarre. He recalled that strange man in the four-cornered hat. What had he been doing there? Drengi’s words had sunk in too.
‘They came for her; they were looking for her. They called her name,’ said Vali.
‘Why?’
Vali shrugged. Whatever Adisla’s fate, it was surely not to be a straightforward slave. He was beyond explanation. He just knew that he had very little time and no scope to make a mistake.
‘This is the best way,’ said Vali.
Hogni nodded. ‘I performed this office for your father,’ he said.
‘What?’
‘There is a place in the Iron Woods, four days from his hall. Like this, it’s a pool of prophecy. Your father asked questions of it.’
‘How?’
‘In the same way that you will,’ he said. He looked at the coil of rope.
‘Did he find answers?’
‘It was when his difficulties began in earnest,’ said Hogni.
‘When was this?’
‘Four years ago. He hadn’t been well for years but…’
Hogni looked like he was too ashamed to finish his sentence.
‘He never came back from the woods,’ said Orri.
‘I don’t understand,’ said Vali.
‘Your father lives alone in the Iron Woods,’ said Hogni. ‘He has taken up the life of a mystic.’
It began to rain harder, a sudden sea squall coming in over them as fast as a bird.
‘The people say that Odin speaks to him in the woods, that he is granting the king his power.’
‘Do the people say that or does my mother?’
The two men did not reply. Things were worse than Vali had thought. If anyone suspected that Authun had lost his mind it would be a disaster for the Horda. The king had more enemies than any man alive. No time to think on that. Vali looked into the dark waters and stretched his neck forward, steeling himself.
‘Begin,’ said Vali.
Jodis told Orri to bind Vali by his hands and feet, while she put the noose over his head.
‘Is this the way Lord Authun went about it?’ said Vali. Jodis seemed confident how to perform the ritual but Vali’s nervousness made him look for reassurance.
‘He offered a dedication to Odin before he went in,’ said Orri.
Vali smiled. ‘Well then, since I’m bound, perhaps I should offer a dedication to a bound god. Lord Loki, who the gods tormented, guide me to the vision I need.’
‘You shouldn’t invoke that fellow, lord,’ said Orri.
‘Is Odin any more reliable?’
‘Nor him,’ said Orri. ‘Freyr for a fuck, Tyr for a fight and Thor for a fuck, a fight and the rain to wash you afterwards — you don’t need any more gods than that.’
‘Odin is the god of kings,’ said Vali, ‘isn’t that what we’re told?’
‘And berserk madmen,’ said Orri. ‘Sorry, sir, but it’s true. When I go into a scrap I want to know my god’s on my side, not likely to desert me if the fancy takes him. Odin is a treacherous god; it is in his nature. I respect Lord Odin, and his kings and lunatics, but I wouldn’t call on him, or the other one you mentioned.’
Orri wound the rope around Vali’s feet.
‘Loki is an enemy of the gods, not of people,’ said Vali. ‘When did you ever hear of him acting against men? He kills giants, he kills gods, but men he helps or leaves alone.’
Jodis spoke: ‘This is Odin’s ceremony. He’s lord of the hanged, the god who gave his eye for wisdom in the waters of the well. If you want help, it’s him you’ll call for. If you don’t now, you will when you’re in there, believe me.’
She put the noose over his neck.
‘I’ve sworn never to ask that god for anything,’ said Vali.
‘You will ask or you will die,’ said Jodis.
She adjusted the rope at his neck, almost like she would straighten her child’s tunic before allowing him to go to market. ‘Let’s hope we don’t need this. Stay away from dark things,’ she said. ‘Only speak to the god himself.’
‘How will I know the difference?’ said Vali.
‘I have no idea,’ said Jodis. ‘Magic is a puzzle not a recipe, so Ma Disa used to say.’ Vali nodded. His hands and his feet were secure and he couldn’t even balance to stand. She finished adjusting the noose and kissed him on the forehead. ‘Take him to the middle of the mire.’
Hogni and Orri lifted him but found him cumbersome to carry between them. In the end Hogni put him over his shoulder and walked across the squelching ground and into the water, Orri in front of him to test the way. In the middle they stopped. Hogni let Vali slide down and supported the prince as he stood precariously. The water was freezing, and it came up to their belts. Vali shivered.
‘Should I call for Odin?’ said Hogni.
Jodis shook her head.
‘The prince should call. You should save your breath. If he comes, you might need it to beg him to leave. Are you ready, Vali?’
‘Yes.’
‘Put him under and hold him there until I tell you to bring him up,’ said Jodis. ‘Hogni, hold him down; Orri, keep hold of the rope. And both of you stand by with your knives. He is going to the gates of Hel, and if something claims him there it can’t be allowed to live in this world. This is how the swamp monsters are born.’
The three men glanced at each other.
‘If you have to kill me, kill me,’ said Vali. ‘I won’t consider you kinslayers — Ma Jodis is a witness to that.’
‘Then sit down, lord,’ said Hogni.
The first time was the easiest. Vali just let his legs go soft and leaned back into the mire as if into the sea on a summer’s day. He closed his eyes and did not see the dark waters close over him. The panic kept away for a few heartbeats. At first it was as if he was not himself but an observer — the danger of his situation was not clear and he still thought he could just stand up. Then fear broke over him like a wave. He desperately needed air. He tried to stand, and when he couldn’t, he tried to sit up. Someone had a boot on the centre of his chest. He could hear distorted voices from the surface and had to resist the desire to cry out to them. He wriggled free of the foot, tried to get onto his knees and then felt a push at his side. It turned him over. Someone was pulling at his hands, then they were kneeling or sitting on him, he couldn’t tell which. Hogni and Orri were doing what they had promised — helping him to stay below the water.
He struggled to hold his breath. Dread overwhelmed him, he felt that he was drowning in fear as much as water. The bonds would not come off, the weight on his back and on his legs felt immense, almost part of him, as if he were some enormous giant too heavy to lift itself.
He couldn’t get the ropes off, couldn’t get free. Vali tried to remember that he had chosen to be here, that he wanted this, but it was no good. An instinct, animal and undeniable, rose up in him and he fought for the surface. He opened his eyes to look for the light and could see no more in the muddy waters than when they were closed. Then his will burst and he breathed in. He spat and coughed and then felt his throat clench shut. He had the desire to move his body but he could no longer do so, though he was kicking with his mind. His longing for the air seemed like something trapped in his head, thumping to get free. Still he struggled, the panic swamping even the emotions
