'What money?' I asked.
'So we're even,' he said, and we had both done well enough out of Peredur's death, for Svein had slaves and we each now possessed over nine hundred shillings' worth of silver and metal, which was not a fortune, especially once it was divided among the men, but it was better than I had done so far on the voyage.
I also had Iseult.
She was no longer leashed to me, but she stayed beside me and I sensed that she was happy about that. She had taken a vicious pleasure in seeing her home destroyed and I decided she must have hated
Peredur. He had feared her and she had hated him, and if it was true that she had been able to see the future then she had seen me and given her husband bad advice to make that future come true.
'So where do you go now?' Svein asked. We were walking along the beach, past the huddled slaves who watched us with dark, resentful eyes.
'I have a mind,' I said, 'to go into the Saefern Sea.'
'There's nothing left there,' he said scornfully.
'Nothing?'
'It's been scoured,' he said, meaning that Danish and Norse ships had bled the coasts dry of any treasure. 'All you'll find in the Saefern Sea,' he went on, 'are our ships bringing men from Ireland.'
'To attack Wessex?'
'No!' He grinned at me. 'I've a mind to start trading with the Welsh kingdoms.'
'And I have a mind,' I said, 'to take my ship to the moon and build a feasting hall there.'
He laughed. 'But speaking of Wessex,' he said, 'I hear they're building a church where you killed Ubba?'
'I hear the same.'
'A church with an altar of gold?'
'I've heard that too,' I allowed. I hid my surprise that he knew of Odda the Younger's plans, but I should not have been surprised. A rumour of gold would spread like couch grass. 'I've heard it,' I said again, 'but I don't believe it.'
'Churches have money,' he said thoughtfully, then frowned, 'but that's a strange place to build a church.'
'Strange, why?'
'So close to the sea? An easy place to attack?'
'Or perhaps they want you to attack,' I said, 'and have men ready to defend it?'
'A lure, you mean?' He thought about that.
'And hasn't Guthrum given orders that the West Saxons aren't to be provoked,' I said.
'Guthrum can order what he wants,' Svein said harshly, 'but I am Svein of the White Horse and I don't take orders from Guthrum.' He walked on, frowning as he threaded the fishing nets that men now dead had hung to dry. Then say Alfred is not a fool.'
'Nor is he.'
'If he has put valuables beside the sea,' he said, 'he will not leave them unguarded.' He was a warrior, but like the best warriors he was no madman. When folk speak of the Danes these days they have an idea that they were all savage pagans, unthinking in their terrible violence, but most were like Svein and feared losing men. That was always the great Danish fear, and the Danish weakness.
Svein's ship was called the White Horse and had a crew of fifty-three men, and if a dozen of those men were to be killed or gravely wounded, then the White Horse would be fatally weakened.
Once in a fight, of course, he was like all Danes, terrifying, but there was always a good deal of thinking before there was any fighting.
He scratched at a louse, then gestured towards the slaves his men had taken. 'Besides, I have these.'
He meant he would not go to Cynuit. The slaves, once they were sold, would bring him silver and he must have reckoned Cynuit was not worth the casualties.
Svein needed my help next morning. His own ship was in Callyn's harbour and he asked me to take him and a score of his men to fetch it. We left the rest of his crew at Peredur's settlement. They guarded the slaves he would take away, and they also burned the place as we carried Svein cast up the coast to Callyn's settlement.
We waited a day there as Svein settled his accounts with Callyn, and we used the time to sell fleeces and tin to Callyn's traders and, though we received a poor enough price, it was better to travel with silver than with bulky cargo. The Fyrdraca was glittering with silver now and the crewmen, knowing they would receive their proper share, were happy.
Haesten wanted to go with Svein, but I refused his request.
'I saved your life,' I told him, 'and you have to serve me longer to pay for that.'
He accepted that and was pleased when I gave him a second arm ring as a reward for the men he had killed at Dreyndynas.
Svein's White Horse was smaller than Fyrdraca. Her prow had a carved horse's head and her stern a wolf's head, while at her masthead was a wind-vane decorated with a white horse.
I asked Svein about the horse and he laughed.
'When I was sixteen,' he said, 'I wagered my father's stallion against our king's white horse. I had to beat the king's champion at wrestling and swordplay. My father beat me for making the wager, but I won! So the white horse is lucky. I ride only white horses.'
And so his ship was the White Horse and I followed her back up the coast to where a thick plume of smoke marked where Peredur had ruled.
