Oswald tucked the hat into his belt. 'On the top ridge, lord,' he said vaguely.
'The top ridge on my land?'
He hesitated. He was doubtless tempted to claim it came from a neighbour's land, but that lie could easily have been exposed and so he said nothing.
'From my land?' I asked again.
'Yes, lord,' he admitted.
'And where is it going?'
He hesitated again, but had to answer. 'Wigulf's mill.'
'Wigulf buys it?'
'He'll split it, lord.'
'I didn't ask' what he will do with it,' I said, but whether he will buy it.'
Mildrith, hearing the harshness in my voice, intervened to say that her father had sometimes sent timber to Wigulf's mill, but I waved her to silence.
'Will he buy it?' I asked Oswald.
'We need the timber, lord, to make repairs,' the steward said, 'and Wigulf takes his fee in split wood.'
'And you drag the tree on a Sunday?' He had nothing to say to that. 'Tell me,' I went on, 'if we need planks for repairs, then why don't we split the trunk ourselves? Do we lack men? Or wedges? Or mauls?'
'Wigulf has always done it,' Oswald said in a surly tone.
'Always?' I repeated and Oswald said nothing. 'Wigulf lives in Exanmynster?' I guessed.
Exanmynster lay a mile or so northwards and was the nearest settlement to Oxton.
'Yes, lord,' Oswald said.
'So if I ride to Exanmynster now,' I said, 'Wigulf will tell me how many similar trees you've delivered to him in the last year?'
There was silence, except for the rain dripping from leaves and the intermittent burst of birdsong. I edged my horse a few steps closer to Oswald, who gripped his whip's handle as if readying it to lash out at me.
'How many?' I asked.
Oswald said nothing.
'How many?' I demanded, louder.
'Husband,' Mildrith called.
'Quiet!' I shouted at her and Oswald looked from me to her and back to me.
'And how much-has Wigulf paid you?' I asked. 'What does a tree like this fetch? Eight shillings?
Nine?'
The anger that had made me act so impetuously at the king's church service rose again. It was plain that Oswald was stealing the timber and being paid for it, and what I should have done was charge him with theft and have him arraigned before a court where a jury of men would decide his guilt or innocence, but I was in no mood for such a process. I just drew Serpent-Breath and kicked my horse forward. Mildrith screamed a protest, but I ignored her. Oswald ran, and that was a mistake, because I caught him easily, and Serpent-Breath swung once and opened up the back of his skull so I could see brains and blood as he fell. He twisted in the leaf mould and I wheeled the horse back and stabbed down into his throat.
'That was murder!' Mildrith shouted at me.
'That was justice,' I snarled at her, 'something lacking in Wessex.' I spat on Oswald's body, which was still twitching. 'The bastard's been stealing from us.'
Mildrith kicked her horse, leading the nurse who carried our child uphill. I let her go. 'Take the trunk up to the house,' I ordered the slaves who had been goading the oxen. 'If it's too big to drag uphill then split it here and take the planks to the house.'
I searched Oswald's house that evening and discovered fiftythree shillings buried in the floor. I took the silver, confiscated his cooking pots, spit, knives, buckles and a deerskin cloak, then drove his wife arid three children off my land. I had come home.
My anger was not slaked by Oswald's killing. The death of a dishonest steward was no consolation for what I perceived as a monstrous injustice. For the moment Wessex was safe from the Danes, but it was only safe because I had killed Ubba Lothbrokson and my reward had been humiliation.
Poor Mildrith. She was a peaceable woman who thought well of everyone she met, and now she found herself married to a resentful, angry warrior. She was frightened of Alfred's wrath, terrified that the church would punish me for disturbing its peace, and worried that Oswald's relatives would demand a wergild from me. And so they would. A wergild was the blood price that every man, woman and child possessed. Kill a man and you must pay his price or else die yourself, and I had no doubt that Oswald's family would go to Odda the Younger, who had been named the Ealdorman of Defnascir because his father was too badly wounded to continue as ealdorman, and Odda would instruct the shire reeve to pursue me and place me on trial, but I did not care. I hunted boar and deer, I brooded and waited for news of the negotiations at Exanceaster. I was expecting Alfred to do what he always did which was to make peace with the Danes and so release them, and when he did I would go to Ragnar.
And as I waited I found my first retainer. He was a slave and I discovered him in Exanmynster on a fine spring day. There was a hiring-fair where men looked for employment through the busy days of hay-making and harvest, and like all fairs there were jugglers, storytellers, stilt walkers, musicians and acrobats. There was also a tall, white-haired man with a lined, serious face, who was selling enchanted leather bags that turned iron into silver. He showed us how it was done, and I saw him place two common nails into the beg and a moment later they were pure silver. He said we had to place a silver crucifix in the bag and then sleep one night with it tied around our necks before the magic worked and I paid him three silver shillings for one bag, and it never worked. I spent months
