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'They must be inside,' Murdo said softly. 'You stay here. I will go-'
He saw Hin's face freeze, and turned to see what had drawn his attention. Hanging on the door behind them was the body of a man. The wretch had been stabbed in the belly and chest, and then nailed to the door and left to bleed to death in agony.
Murdo moved to the corpse, stretched his hand towards a pale limb. The flesh was cold and hard, not like skin at all. He bent down and looked up into the dead man's features.
'It is Fossi,' said Hin, his voice hollow.
Murdo looked at the face, frozen in its final anguish, mouth open, eyes staring, and confirmed that it was indeed Fossi. The front of his siarc was black, and stiff with dried blood. There were wounds in both arms and legs and where the nails had gone in.
'He was still alive when they hung him here,' Murdo concluded sadly.
'What should we do?' asked Hin, his voice growing small and frail. Turning his eyes from the corpse, he glanced quickly around the yard.
Before Murdo could think what to say, there came the sound of a dog - half-growling, half-whining - as if the animal were being mistreated. 'JЎtun!' whispered Murdo.
At that moment, a tall, fair-haired man entered the yard, pulling the resisting hound with a rope. He was dressed in leather breecs, tall boots of soft leather, and a tunic of undyed wool; he carried a stick in his hand, and every time JЎtun tried to pull away, he struck the dog sharply on the back.
'You there!' shouted Murdo stepping away from the door. 'Stop that!'
The man spun towards the sound, took in Murdo at a glance, and said, 'Who are you to tell me what to do?'
'Let the dog loose,' Murdo said.
In response to this, the man, without moving, raised his voice and shouted at the house. 'Bjorn! Kali! Come here!'
A moment later, two men emerged from the house. Like the first, they were dressed in leather breecs and tunics; one was fair-haired, and the other dark, but both were tall and armed with swords and knives, the blades of which were thrust through their wide brown belts.
Hin took one look at the swords and backed towards the barn, ready to flee.
The two men regarded the newcomers impassively, but before either of them could speak, Murdo demanded, 'Who are you, and what is your business here?'
The dark-haired intruder answered. 'Keep a respectful tongue, boy,' he said quietly. 'What is your name?'
'I am Lord Ranulf's son,' Murdo replied, his voice loud in defiance. 'It is his land you are trespassing, and his hound you are beating.' Gesturing behind him at the barn door, he added, 'And it is Lord Ranulf's men you are murdering.'
'Bjorn! Do not let him -' the man with the stick began.
'Quiet, Arn,' the dark-haired man muttered, and stood eyeing Murdo cautiously.
'These lands belong to Prince Sigurd now,' the intruder told him, taking a slow step forward. 'We have taken them in the prince's name.'
'Jarl Erlend will hear of this!' Murdo charged. 'If you do not leave at once, I will go to the jarl and tell him what you have done. He will send his house carles against you.'
'No,' the one called Bjorn said, taking another step closer, 'I do not think he will do as you say. Hear now, King Magnus has taken possession of Orkneyjar unto himself and he has given the rule of the islands to his son.'
'Liar!' cried Murdo, anger rising within him like a tight-balled fist. 'Jarl Erlend would raise the war host against anyone who tried to steal these lands.'
The two fair-haired Norsemen laughed, but their dark-haired comrade gazed solemnly at the boy before him. 'I am telling you the truth,' he said. 'The jarl gave up without a fight. He and his worthless brother Paul have been taken hostage to the king's court in Norway. Prince Sigurd rules here now, and he has given the lands hereabouts to our lord.'
Murdo could not believe what he was hearing. How was it possible such momentous events should take place without his knowing?
'You are lying,' Murdo declared again. 'Who is this lord of yours?'
'Our lord is Orin Broad-Foot, advisor to Prince Sigurd,' Bjorn told him, taking another slow step nearer. 'He has gone to Kirkjuvagr to establish his claim of possession to D¤rness and its holdings. But he has commanded me to make an offer of peace with any who should come after.'
'What offer?' demanded Murdo, suspicion making his voice shrill. 'The same offer you gave \\imV He pointed to poor dead Fossi nailed to the door.
'Aye, he had his chance, but took it into his head to fight,' the dark-haired intruder replied. 'Do not make the same mistake. Swear fealty to King Magnus, and you will live.'
'And if we should refuse?' sneered Murdo.
'Then, like the man on yonder door, you will die,' Bjorn answered indifferently. 'Now, it does not have to be that way. Lord Orin needs workers; vassals are no good to him dead.'
Stung by the cruel injustice of the demand, Murdo could not speak. To become vassals on the land they rightly owned and ruled - the thing was unthinkable.
'It is the land he wants, not blood, boy,' Bjorn said. 'Just you come with us, and we will see you are treated right.'
'We mean you no harm,' insisted Arn, holding tight to JЎtun's collar. 'Come along peaceful and quiet now. We will go see Lord Orin and you can talk to him about it.'
'To the devil with you all,' growled Murdo.
Bjorn, having narrowed the distance between himself and his prey, leaped forward with an agility that surprised Murdo. But the younger man was the quicker, and Murdo ducked, driving his shoulder into the intruder's stomach as he lunged. To Murdo's amazement, the dark-haired man was lifted off his feet and thrown backward. 'Get him!' he screamed at his comrades, who stood looking on in flat-footed wonder.
The one called Kali ran at Murdo and made a clumsy grab, which the young man easily eluded. Murdo dodged aside and made to run between Kali and the fallen warrior, but Bjorn kicked out as he darted past, sweeping Murdo's legs from under him. Murdo landed on his side in the dirt, and Kali was on him instantly.
Hard hands seized him and he was jerked roughly to his feet. Bjorn rose up before him, drew back his arm and struck Murdo on the face with the back of his hand. Murdo's teeth rattled with the force of the blow and red-and-black fireballs spun before his eyes. His legs lost strength and he slumped to his knees.
Bjorn, cursing the boy's audacity, raised his arm to strike again. Kali, gripping his arms, hauled him upright, and Murdo braced himself for the blow. The hand started forward, but faltered halfway to the mark as JЎtun, seeing his master in trouble, pulled free from his captor's grasp. Arn darted after him, but the great wolfhound took two bounds, leapt, and seized the offending arm in his teeth.
Murdo heard a shriek of pain as Bjorn was yanked sideways and down. Kali, in his haste to help his companion, abandoned his charge and shoved Murdo aside; he drew his sword and ran to where the hound was doing his best to wrest the dark-haired intruder's arm from his shoulder.
'JЎtun!' shouted Murdo, desperate to draw the dog away before Kali could strike. 'Here, JЎtun!' But the fair-haired warrior stepped in and the sword, clutched tight in both hands, swung up over his head.
Then, even as the sword descended, Kali was struck from behind and thrown forward, losing his balance. The blow fell awry, striking the big dog a glancing stroke on the shoulder.
Murdo sensed a rush of motion towards him. Suddenly Hin was there, lifting him to his feet. 'Run, Master Murdo! Run!'
His ears still ringing from the blow to his face, Murdo shook his head to clear it. 'This way!' he said, dashing for the barn. 'JЎtun, come!'
The hound obeyed and all three ran for the gap in the door, leaving the three intruders stumbling in momentary confusion. Bjorn quickly came to his senses, however; clutching his bleeding arm he shouted for Kali and Arn to give chase. Then, turning towards the house, Bjorn bellowed for help.
Murdo glanced back over his shoulder as they disappeared into the darkened interior of the barn, and his heart sank to see four more Norsemen emerge from the house. Without a quiver of hesitation Murdo made for the far wall of the huge barn, dodging around the grain wagons and carefully stacked bundles of straw.
He reached the back wall and crouched down, searching for a small door - little more than a flap of wood hinged with leather -cut in the back wall of the barn some time in the past to allow pigs to get in out of the rain. It was unused now, but Murdo remembered it, and thought that if they could reach it before the warriors saw them, they might gain a few precious moments to make their escape. He ran along the wall for a few paces, found the door, and pushed it open.
'This way,' he said, shoving Hin through ahead of him.
Murdo ducked through next and held the flap for JЎtun. Shouts from inside the barn told him their secret would soon be discovered. 'Run for the boat,' said Hin, breathless with fear.