generous, though he did not know how generous, but he said the king was willing to pay far more than a hundred silver coins for our help, and so we had him shout to his ship that they were to lead us around the coast to Peredur's settlement. I did not let Father Mardoc go back to his ship for he would serve as a hostage if the tale he had told us was false and Peredur was merely luring us to an ambush.
He was not. Peredur's home was a huddle of buildings built on a steep hill beside a bay and protected by a wall of thorn bushes. His people lived within the wall and some were fishermen and some were cattle herders and none was wealthy, though the king himself had a high hall where he welcomed us, though not before we had taken more hostages. Three young men, all of whom we were assured were Peredur's sons, were delivered to Fyrdraca and I gave the crew orders that the three were to be killed if I did not return, and then I went ashore with Haesten and Cenwulf. I went dressed for war, with mail coat and helmet polished, and Peredur's folk watched the three of us pass with frightened eyes. The place stank of fish and shit. The people were ragged and their houses mere hovels that were built up the side of the steep hill that was crowned with Peredur's hall. There was a church beside the hall, its thatch thick with moss and its gable decorated with a cross made from sea-whitened driftwood.
Peredur was twice my age, a squat man with a sly face and a forked black heard. He greeted us from a throne, which was just a chair with a high back, and he waited for us to bow to him, but none of us did and that made him scowl. A dozen men were with him, evidently his courtiers, though none looked wealthy and all were elderly except for one much younger man who was in the robes of a Christian monk, and he stood out in that smoke darkened hall like a raven in a clutch of gulls for his black robes were clean, his face close-shaved and his hair and tonsure neatly trimmed. He was scarcely older than I, was thin and stern-faced, and that face looked clever, and it also carried an expression of marked distaste for us. We were pagans, or at least Haesten and I were pagans and I had told Cenwulf to keep his mouth shut and his crucifix hidden, and so the monk assumed all three of us were heathen Danes.
The monk spoke Danish, far better Danish than Father Mardoc. 'The king greets you,' he said. He had a voice as thin as his lips and as unfriendly as his pale green eyes. 'He greets you and would know who you are.'
'My name is Uhtred Ragnarson,' I said.
'Why are you here, Uhtred Ragnarson?' the priest asked.
I contemplated him. I did not just look at him, but I studied him as a man might study an ox before killing it. I gave him a look which suggested I was wondering where to make the cuts, and he got my meaning and did not wait for an answer to his question, an answer which was obvious if we were Danes. We were here to thieve and kill, of course, what else did he think a Viking ship would he doing?
Peredur spoke to the monk and they muttered for some time and I looked around the hall, searching for any evidence of wealth. I saw almost nothing except for three whalebones stacked in a corner, but Peredur plainly had some treasure for he wore a great heavy torque of bronze about his neck and there were silver rings on his grubby fingers, an amber brooch at the neck of his cloak and a golden crucifix hidden in the cloak's lice-ridden folds. He would keep his hoard buried, I thought, and I doubted any of us would become rich from this alliance, but in truth we were not becoming rich from our voyage either, and at least Peredur would have to feed us while we haggled.
'The king,' the monk interrupted my thoughts, 'wishes to know how many men you can lead against the enemy.'
'Enough,' I said flatly.
'Does that not depend,' the monk observed slyly, 'on how many enemies there are?'
'No,' I said. 'It depends on this,' and I slapped Serpent-Breath's hilt. It was a good, arrogant reply, and probably what the monk expected. And, in truth, it was convincing for I was broad in the chest and a giant in this hall where I was a full head taller than any other man.
'And who are you, monk?' I demanded.
'My name is Asser,' he said. It was a British name, of course, and in the English tongue it meant a he-ass, and ever after I thought of him as the Ass. And there was to be a lot of the ever after for, though I did not know it, I had just met a man who would haunt my life like a louse.
I had met another enemy, though on that day in Peredur's hall he was just a strange British monk who stood out from his companions because he washed. He invited me to follow him to a small door at the side of the hall and, motioning Haesten and Cenwulf to stay where they were, I ducked through the door to find myself standing beside a dung-heap, but the point of taking me outside had been to show me the view eastwards.
I stared across a valley. On the nearer slope were the smoke blackened roofs of Peredur's settlement, then came the thorn fence that had been made along the stream which flowed to the sea.
On the stream's far side the hills rose gently to a far off crest and there, breaking the skyline like a boil, was Dreyndynas.
'The enemy,' Asset said.
A small fort, I noted. 'How many men are there?'
'Does it matter to you?' Asser asked sourly, paying me back for my refusal to tell him how many men I led, though I assumed Father Mardoc had made a count of the crew while he was on board Fyrdraca, so my defiance had been pointless.
'You Christians,' I said, 'believe that at death you go to heaven. Isn't that right?'
'What of it?'
'You must surely welcome such a fate?' I asked. 'To be near your god?'
'Are you threatening me?'
'I don't threaten vermin,' I said, enjoying myself. 'How many men are in that fort?'
'Forty? Fifty?' He plainly did not know. 'We can assemble forty.'
'So tomorrow,' I said, 'your king can have his fort back.'
'He is not my king,' Asser said, irritated by the assumption.
'Your king or not,' I said, 'he can have his fort back so long as he pays us properly.'
That negotiation lasted until dark. Peredur, as Father Mardoc had said, was willing to pay more than a hundred shillings, but he feared we would take the money and leave without fighting and so he wanted some kind of surety from me. He wanted hostages, which I refused to give, and after an hour or more of argument we had still
