She, too, was pleased with herself.
Glam wandered through the keep like a grouchy old walrus. He strongly resembled the same, barking at everyone who got in his way. Nothing pleased him. The young men did not have proper respect for their elders. They had no real values. All they wanted was to party. No sense of responsibility. Discipline, that was what they needed. Casca was too easy on them. I"m going to talk to him about that. If they"re going to be warriors, they have to learn to take orders and obey.
Bursting unannounced into Casca"s quarters, he got a quick glimpse of his master well-mounted in the saddle.
"By Loki"s bloodshot one eye, man," Glam exclaimed, "I said a little roll in the hay with a sweet girl would be good for you; I didn"t mean for you to make it your life"s work! Now roll your over-muscled carca.s.s off that sweet young thing and come on down to the hall. We need to talk."
Not waiting for an answer, Glam headed for the hall, grumbling to himself that a man Casca"s age should know better. But then Casca always was a strange bird . . . even bathed two or three times a week. Ah, well, there"s no accounting for those the G.o.ds have touched.
Casca joined him shortly. The two sat over a bowl of wine, and Casca took the chiding that Glam gave him, acknowledging that he had been too easy on the young men, but that beginning in the morning he would give them some of that good Roman army discipline and whip them into order in double time. They were good men at heart.
The next three weeks, for the spring did not come as quickly as Casca had at first antic.i.p.ated, Casca gave short order drill that would have delighted the heart of Augustus Caesar. He gave the young men their first real taste of discipline, of obedience to orders at all costs. He taught them that orders were more important than friends and that to disobey an order was the greatest shame and dishonor they could know. Each man must depend on the knowledge that his comrades would respond as ordered. None could break and act independently. Such was the great secret of success of the Roman legions, and Casca made sure that every man in his command understood it perfectly. These men already had the ability to handle weapons. Weapons they had been raiscd with. But the concept of obedience to whomever was in command was something new. Twice Casca relieved men whom he had put in charge of work details when they failed to enforce their authority and let their friends get away with infractions of the rules the lord laid down. Their punishment was to be denied the right to go on the yoyage. They would be left behind. These two examples, more than anything else, reinforced the youngsters" readiness to obey.
By the time the longships were ready to sail the young men were already taking pride in their new discipline and order. And when Casca told them that to disobey on the voyage meant death or abandonment at sea, they understood fully the deadly seriousness of having order. It was an effort, but they managed to constrain their wild Nordic spirits.
Extra sails were stored aboard the two ships, and salt fish and smoked meat packed in Greek type amphorae were stowed carefully belowdecks. Fresh water, dried vegetables, all the supplies and equipment needed for a long voyage were laid in. As of late the tone at the keep had become more somber as the reality of leaving took the last feelings of childhood from many of the teen-aged Nors.e.m.e.n.
In their homes, the night before the sailing, wa.s.s sail was sung and farewells made and gifts given. The parents knew that some of those sailing would never return, but like all parents they hoped and prayed to their G.o.ds that their own sons would be among those who sailed back to the fjord with the stories and spoils of the voyage.
The time had come.
In the morning they would sail.
That night Casca. made his farewell to the auburn-haired girl and gave her a large enough dowry to wed a baron if she wished, or to make her independent, if that was what she wanted.
Glam, though, was something else.
The old warrior sat in his cups, despondent because he was being left behind. Casca took him by the arm and ran the others out of the hall with the words that they would need their sleep. Alone with Glam, he said: "Glam, old friend, listen to me. We have gone on a long road together, but the time is here for us to part, not because I wish it, but because that is the way of it. I need you here to keep things safe for me until I return. It may be years or even decades before I come back, so it is for you to see that I am not forgotten. Sometime in the future I may need the Hold again, and it is for you to see that my coming back will be welcome. You are my Keeper of the Hold, and when you go to Valhalla, before you go, you must be careful to select one who will honor your charge and keep faith with me. Though I be gone a century or more, he, and each Keeper of the Hold in his turn, must swear to honor my claim and wait for me to return, as I will one day."
Glam raised his red-rimmed eyes to his lord and friend. Snuffling, he said, "I know that what you say is true. I know that I am too old for the sailing you are going on. But my heart goes with you. You have never told me why you are what you are, and I am not even sure of exactly what that is, but you have been friend and brother to me for over forty years, and now with my age I feel more to you as a father would even though you are much older than I. So, my son of the ages, I will keep your Hold in your name and will see that all who follow me do likewise. Someday you may need this place, and it will be here for you. The only request I have is that you take my son Olaf with you."
Raising a horn of honeyed mead, the old barbarian cried out with a voice that rang through the hold: "Wa.s.sail! And farewell, my friend!"
There was one final moment for Casca.
In the early hours before the sailing he sat alone beside the fire he and Lida had shared so often. ..... . without her the Hold was an empty sh.e.l.l. Thirty-one years he had lived here with her.
Casca drank deep from a flagon of honeyed mead, his thoughts flowing through his mind. The fire crackled and sparks leaped forth to die untended on the stones.
The road has been long and will, I fear, be much longer yet. But I could not stay here. Everywhere are things that remind me of Lida. Perhaps some-where out there on the sea I will be released either from my life or my memories.
Memories.
They crowd In on me at times. He stared into the flickering fire, made drowsy by the flames, and just before sleep overtook him he set the flagon of mead down on the warm stones. The face of the yellow sage, Shiu Lao Tze, was appearing in the red coals just before his eyes closed. Casca slept.
In his sleep dreams and niemories rushed into his brain one after another, appearing and then quickly vanishing to make way for others. At the beginning there was the Jew on the Cross whom he, Casca Rufio Longinus, had struck with the spear.. . and the Jew had condemned him to live until they met again. That life flickered through his brain like the flames in the fire he had just watched. . the slave years in Greece where he had lived in the mines like a blind mole for over fifty years. . . the Roman arena and the giant Nubian Jubala. . . the detailed scene came back to him of how he had killed the black with his bare hands using the art taught him by the yellow sage from the land of Khitai beyond the Indus River. Casca"s own thoughts appeared in his dream: Shiu Lao Tze always tried to teach me more than I could understand of his beliefs and philosophy. He always said that life is a circle that goes on and on, endlessly repeating itself All that was will be. Perhaps so. It makes as much sense as anything else I have heard.... When he had killed Jubala he had won the wooden sword from the hands of Gaius Nero himself. It had made him a freeman, for a short time. Then a slave again, ship after ship as a galley slave. . . . Then more years. And Neta, the first woman he had loved. How he had to leave her when he saw the worry in her eyes as her hair turned gray and the wrinkles came yet Casca remained the same, unchanging. The legion again. . . . The great battle at the walls of Ctesiphon under the Consul Avidius Ca.s.sius-and still Casca was denied death. . . . The distinct image came to him of how he had walked from the legion that day as the city was burning and the inhabitants being marched off to slave pens in Syria.... More years whipped by ... Old Glam standing on the banks of the Rhine, daring him to come out. He had. They had marched along together. Then Lida. . . twenty years old and fresh as the spring breeze. She entered his life and heart. Lida was the only one who could ndt see that he did no change with the years. Casca had loved her to the end, and she was all that had made life bearable. Now she was gone, and he must leave again. The wheel .......
The images faded from his brain, and in the welcome blankness his soul knew peace.
Casca slept.
FIVE.
The longships moved their dragon heads out to the open sea, out beyond the sheltering walls of the fjord, riding up and over the small breakers. The crew chanted in time as they worked the great oars. Not until the ships were in the clear, and the wind blew from landward, would the great red and white striped sails be raised.
Behind, on the rocky beach, Glam and those who stayed watched the ships reach white water.
These were ships designed for the deep water. There were no rowers" benches. Instead, there was a wide ramp on either side from which the rowers would work standing up, twenty men to a side, forty oars worked by half of the eighty men a.s.signed, for there were two watches. Each ship carried a complement of one hundred men. Those not now at the oars either stood on the foredeck looking forward toward the immense sea and thinking of the unknown destination toward which the ship was carrying them or looked back at the receding sh.o.r.e and the figures of their families and friends growing ever tinier. It was mostly the younger men who looked back, thinking of the security of homes left behind, momentarily knowing uneasiness and the quick taste of fear; but the fear soon pa.s.sed as the greater excitement of the sea reached out to claim them.
Casca stood with the steersman and watched his men as they strove to drive the hundred-and-twenty-foot ship forward. The feel of the ocean breeze was clean and fresh in his face. The slapping of the oars set their rhythm against the slapping of the waves. Then they were clear and in the open sea. The entrance to the fjord was behind, and so was their past. Now for the future.
On Casca"s ship the shipmaster shouted: "Set sails!" and as if on cue, as if an echo, across the water from the other ship came the same cry: "Set sails!"
The cloth filled with the wind, red and white stripes brave against the sky. The oars were banked and stowed away against a future need. The wind was with them and drove them forward toward their unknown destination somewhere out on the rim of the world. The sea was open, but a few ice floes were still drifting their uncaring way with the currents.
On the third day they sighted and pa.s.sed the Orkney Islands to the south of them. To the north was a small group of rocky land ma.s.ses. Once clear of the Orkneys, they began to bear to the southwest, pa.s.sing the fabled Isles of the Hebrides. Britain lay unseen in the distance, behind a bank of fog protecting the last of the Druids. Only in Britannia did the Druids hold supreme positions as they had for so many centuries on the mainland when the Celtic tribes had migrated and settled so much of Gaul and Germania.
Onward, ever onward, the dragon ships sailed. Fishlines were always cast out, and brought a welcome respite from salted and pickled pork and beef. Those not on watch or with no duty to perform spent most of their time in the leather bags they had brought for sleeping. These were well-oiled with the renderings from seal and the long-toothed walrus. Water could only seep in at the fastenings. Every small detail had been accounted for, every possible problem antic.i.p.ated. But what of the impossible problems? They would be sailing past the regions of known waters out into the unknown where all men knew that monsters slept in the deep and would attack even ships of their size and drag them into the murky depths. They had not prepared for monsters. .
Olaf at twenty, already over two hundred pounds of muscle, proved himself every bit as capable as his father in the handling of men. Several times in the early days of the voyage he had to prove himself to the others. His quick fists and thumping feet settled all arguments rapidly. Casca would allow no use of blades at sea, but he understood the youthful vigor and temper of men and how they must try each other, so he had no objection to this kind of combat. The process gave his men confidence in each other"s capabilities, and what anger there might be in a fracas soon pa.s.sed with the leagues. They all hada greater foe to contend with ... the ocean.
Two weeks pa.s.sed, the wind always carrying them farther and farther southwest. The ice was left behind, and they saw no sight of land, only the endless reaches of the sea.
One by one the dominant Vikings began to make themselves known.
Commanding the other dragon ship was Viad the Dark. His constant companion was Holdbod the Berserker, a giant of a man with red, flowing mustaches reaching below his chin and a beard that Poseidon might have envied as it flowed with the sea wind. Holdbod had come to the Hold of Casca when forced to leave his own country because of a blood feud. Therein his own country he had killed by himself eleven men, all with large families. With the number of blood relatives thus seeking revenge, Holdbod had considered it prudent to flee; while he did consider himself to be one of the best fighters in the world, he was by no means a fool. In the Hold of Casca he had been accepted with the understanding that if he ever let his terrible temper get the best of him there, Casca would personally tear his arms off and stuff them down his throat. After he had seen Casca in action without the use of weapons, Holdbod believed him and gave him due respect. Holdbod was an excellent man with a blade. Only Viad came close to him in ability in that respect, and the two seeming opposites perhaps found that between them they made a more complete man, for each had something that the other lacked. Casca was satisfied that the choice of the two to command the other dragon ship was a good one. As for his own ship, the Lida, Olaf was second in command.
The empty sea stretched before them. For four weeks they saw no sight of land though land there may have been over one of the distant horizons for twice they saw birds they knew nested on sh.o.r.e. But how far these might have flown they had no way of telling.
One day flowed into another.
And then the unchanging pattern was abruptly broken.
On this particular afternoon Casca sat alone, watching the signs of approaching weather. The clouds were growing dark on the horizon. The swells were building. The ship rose to the crest of a wave, then plunged down into the trough. He watched the cycle repeat itself several times. With each rise and plunge of the ship it was obvious the waves were increasing in height. But the ship rode well. Cono had built superbly and both dragon ships responded like well-trained horses to their masters" hands. Up to now the voyage had been uneventful, and the two ships had no difficulty in keeping in formation. By day, of course, there was no problem. They had solved the problem of becoming separated in the night at the very beginning of the voyage by running strong lines between the two ships before dark.
But this evening Casca could smell the coming storm, and his foresight was shared by several of the crewmembers who had made their livelihood from the waters of their homelands. The storm struck just before midnight, racing out of the north, still with the feel of the ice from the place where it was born. It drove the ships forward. All hands took cover except for those needed to man the tiller and bail out with leather buckets the sea water that rushed over the decks. Dark clouds rolled in the sky, boiling and ominous in the flashes of lightning. The thunder as much as the wind seemed about to tear the sails apart with the ferocity of its booming reverberations. It was no momentary storm. For three days and three nights nothing was dry aboard ship. Few of the crew had the strength to eat. Nearly all of the supplies were spoiled from the water, and what drinking water that was left tasted strongly of sea salt.
The wind finally abated. The storm had not been one of the killer storms that could tear a vessel apart, but it had been violent enough to damage the two ships. They needed to be beached and careened for fresh caulking and refurbishing. Also, the expedition had-at most-food for another four days only. Then all would be gone.
The morning after the storm was bright and dear. The wind was gentle as a maiden"s whisper. All but the two men kept at each long-oared tiller were sleeping the sleep of the exhausted when the cry of Land! jerked them back into awareness. They turned their salt-encrusted faces out to where the lookouts were pointing. There on the horizon, rising dark from the sea, was a land ma.s.s.
Casca gave the order to take down the sails and ship oars.
Closer the rocky coast came until pine trees like those they had left at home were clearly visible. But there was no apparent harbor. For a time the two ships searched their way around the coast until Casca pointed out a likely landing at a spot whose smooth beaches indicated calm water. There were forests nearby, so game could probably be found. The dragon ships inched their way in against the tide; bit by bit, the men putting in a backbreaking day of labor on the oars. But finally the job was done and the anchors let down. They had been five weeks at sea without a landfall, but Casca would not let a single man go ash.o.r.e until weapons were cleaned and ready for action. Blades were shiny, axes sharp, and the bowmen took from waterproof bags made of seal bladders the strings for their deadly bows. Quickly they strung their weapons and refletched such arrows as needed care. At last all was to Casca"s liking.
He sent a party to reconnoiter the landing site. The men piled into the coracles of animal hides, made their way to sh.o.r.e, beached the coracles, and then their horned and furred figures disappeared into the forest. Casca thought they were taking their own sweet time, and he was about at the point of doing something about it when they finally reappeared on the sandy beach and waved to the others to come ash.o.r.e. So another party was launched from each ship, and this time Casca himself went ash.o.r.e. The unexpected feel of the unmoving land beneath his feet gave hjm a quick sense of nausea, but the queasiness soon pa.s.sed when he saw that his men were carrying a good-sized buck deer that one of the bowmen had shot.
Olaf, the leader of that particular party, fairly beamed.
"Lord, it is a rich land. There is food a-plenty, and more deer than in the forests at home. Also large birds. There are signs that there are plenty of bears. We shall not starve in this land, wherever it Is.
"What of men?" Casca asked. "Did you find any signs of men in this place?"
Olaf nodded in the negative, his horned head bobbing. "No, my lord, there was no sign. But we have not seen much of the land. It appears that this is no small island but a large land going on for leagues. I climbed a tall tree on the highest hill and looked as far as I could see. There was naught but great valleys and forests."
"Good," grunted Casca in his familiar manner. "Then here we shall work on our ships and make them ready for sea again. But I still want scouting parties out night and day, and a particularly careful watch at night. We shall not be taken by surprise by anyone; If there are people here, then we will be prepared for them. One thing I learned in the legion was to always prepare an armed camp before doing anything else. Get the men ash.o.r.e except for a skeleton crew on each ship. First we will build here a fort from which we can be secure. Then-and then only-will we fix the ships."
Olaf saluted as he had seen his father do, thumping his hand to his chest. "Aye, lord. So it shall be." Turning, he gave the orders necessary to carry out Casca"s will. The Vikings set to work. Axes that carve a man can also cut trees; by nightfall they had built a small, tight camp and were secure. Four more deer were roasting over the fires, sending the rich smell of the cooking venison into the air. Many of the men could not wait and wolfed down large chunks of the almost raw, smoking meat, wiping the deer grease on their beards and mustaches.
But their weapons were always close at hand....
On the following days they expanded the camp, dug trenches about it, and implanted sharp stakes, points out, in the trenches. They added two small watchtowers. Then-and only then-did they beach the ships and proced with the work of making them seaworthy again. They caulked and sealed every leaking seam, packing and tamping in the punk. They sc.r.a.ped off the barnacles that had acc.u.mulated; the ships would be faster when they returned to the sea. They went over every inch of the hulls and the insides of the ships. Cono had built well; there was only minor repair work to be done-and plenty of timber available for it. They worked in relays. While some labored on the ships others hunted and fished. The game was abundant; the waters incredibly rich. The men scouted ever farther inland. Still they found no sight of any salt sea. There were only great rivers and great valleys. They turned their hands to reprovisioning the ships. Meat was packed and salted down, or hung in thin strips to dry in the smoke of their fires and then packed carefully. Birds of many kinds added to the food store. Fresh water was everywhere. It would have been an ideal place to live if they had had women and children, but having none they began to tire of this pleasant land. The urge to sail was upon them. Their confidence restored by the weeks of good food and weather, they looked forward to the time when Casca would give the orders that put them to sea again.
That time seemed long in coming.
During the long days and quiet nights of the voyage south Casca had had ample time to think. Often his thoughts had been of Rome. He was out of touch with the Empire, for his years in the Hold on the fjord had not brought him much information until he had acquired the services of Cono the shipbuilder who was also fortunately an educated man. From Cono, Casca learned what had transpired in the Empire since he had crossed the Rhine those long years ago. How long had it been? he had thought. Fifty-one years . . . a lifetime for most men. . . . During those years another stream of so-called "Caesars" had sat on the eagle throne, each having his day and then pa.s.sing on, leaving the seat of power to yet others. Septimus Severus had sought to restore order after the civil war in which he took the power from the degenerate Commodus, son of Marcus Aurelius. But Septimus Severus had remade the old fatal mistake of giving power to two brothers who hated each other. He had left instructions that after him his two sons would rule jointly, one in the east, the other in the west, from Rome. The result was the old and time-tried result: the elder brother murdered the younger. The year 235 saw the first professional soldier become emperor. When the army took control after killing the emperor Alexander, it installed Maximin. The killing of Alexander had seemed a necessity. He was a coward and a weak ruler, but what the army considered his greatest betrayal of Rome was his buying peace with the Rhineland Germans. To top it all, the peace fiasco had come on the heels of a miserable and disastrous campaign in Persia wherein the defeat was the direct responsibility not only of Alexander"s cowardice, but also of his mother"s meddling. It was too much for the professional soldiers to bear. They killed Alexander and made Maximin emperor. But they had reckoned without the senate of Rome. That august body thrust Italy into rebellion. The senators won, and they in turn had Maximin killed. Rome saw five emperors within six years. According to Corio the current emperor was one named Philip from the Arabian colonies who had so far been successful in beating off three attacks from Decius who aspired to the purple.
"It never changes," Casca said out loud, waking a sleeping Viking near him.
"What is it, lord ?"
"Nothing," Casca answered. "Go back to sleep. It is nothing of any matter. .
Casca gave the orders.
The ships sailed. In two weeks they saw their first palm trees. The weather had grown warmer every day of the voyage south along this apparently endless coast. They pulled in to rest and stretch their legs along a marshy region. Casca saw animals here that looked exactly like the crocodiles of Egypt, only smaller. They had the same appet.i.tes, and Casca almost lost a man to one of them when the fellow bent over to drink. One of the beasts grabbed his arm and tried to pull him under. Fortunately the reptile"s appet.i.te was greater than his size. The fellow"s comrades dragged him and the beast to sh.o.r.e and dispatched the lizard with spear stabs. They took the teeth to make jewelry.
But they were properly impressed with the beast, for they had never seen its like before. Casca, of course, had. He told his men of the monstrous Egyptian crocodiles that were worshipped as G.o.ds along the Nile. "Some were said to be the length of three tall men or more" he explained. His men looked at him. Three tall men? But no one said anything. After all, the Lord Casca was a most unusual man. If he said a beast was as long as three men, then that was the way it was.
Further south the ships rounded a peninsula, always keeping the coastline in sight. They never lacked for food. A few hours stop and they could catch enough fish to feed twice their number. In addition, there were huge crabs, and oysters a foot across. Ash.o.r.e there was plenty of game and animals new to them. One animal that scared the c.r.a.p out of them, the one they came to fear more than any other, was the snake with the beads on its tail, which it would shake at a man before biting. One Vikiug found to his regret that the bite was fatal. It took two days for him to die. After that the Nors.e.m.e.n gave these snakes a wide berth.
They continued sailing along the coast. There seemed no end to this great land. Day followed day, and they sailed on. The sun beating on them turned their skins first red and flushed, and then slowly dark. They discovered that after their skins had darkened they could work all day in the burning heat and feel no discomfort. Their furs they had long since stowed in the leather sleeping bags. Now the nights were warm enough for them to sleep naked on the deck.
Two more weeks pa.s.sed, and they had to put in again for repairs, more warily this time, for they had seen fires at night-not forest fires or brush burnings, but the controlled glows that meant men were on that sh.o.r.e. What kind of men the Nors.e.m.e.n did not know, but there were people here. Sometime they must meet.
When the time came to go in for a landing, Casca stood in the bow, naked except for his loincloth. His hide was tanned brown, the many scars on his body, being slightly paler, standing out like crisscrossed hairs and ropes. He pointed the way in to a good harbor. They had seen no fires for four days, and had laid off this position for two of those days. When they were convinced that there was no one else in the vicinity except themselves, they went in -but they followed the same precautions as at every landing before: First a stockade and ditch; then the ships brought in. The precautions seemed useless. They had seen nothing..
But they, themselves, had been seen.
Eyes had watched them from the forest, the eyes of men. These watchers wore the skins of an animal resembling the leopard, and, like the beast, they wore its likeness in a fantastic headdress, a headdress that made it seem as if the man"s head had been swallowed by one of the cats and the man was looking out the open jaws.
These men dispatched runners to tell their leaders of Casca and his ships, and while they waited for word from their leaders, they watched the strange Nors.e.m.e.n.
Had the Nors.e.m.e.n seen them they would have seen men who were as a race handsome, swarthy, square-faced with brown or black eyes. Their bodies were lean, with no trace of fat. These men were hunters. Not of animals. Hunters of men.
They watched the strangers from the sea, puzzled by the huge ships. Careful to keep from being seen themselves, they moved through the jungles of the coast like shadows. The only metal they had was of gold, worn in necklaces and bracelets that were studded with stones of many colors. These were the soldiers of the Jaguar, proud and cruel. Many had teeth filed to points to show their bravery and devotion, to show that they sought to imitate their G.o.d in all things.
They were part of a raiding party. They had been sent out to punish a city, a city delinquent in its tribute to their own city far in the interior, near the great marshes in the Valley of the Serpent. Now they watched Casca and his men and waited for orders.
For twelve days they watched, and then runners came back with word that the king and priests wished them to bring back one man from these invaders to be questioned to see if he was worthy of being a messenger. To aid them in the venture of securing one of the invaders" men, along with the runners came another forty Jaguar soldiers armed with spears having flint tips, with axes faced with gla.s.slike rock. The soldiers" faces were painted for war.
They waited.
The strangers they watched were cautious, and the look of them said they were fighters, but so were the Jaguar men.
They watched.
And they selected their man, the one they would take back as a messenger, the big one with the twisted muscled arms and many scars. He was apparently the leader. He was the one they would have.
To attack the fort would be foolish. If they were patient, time would present them with the object of their desires. In the meantime the raiding party punished the offending village by burning it to the ground and taking all the young men as slaves. When they had their last man, they put all the captives in a slave coffle and waited in the jungle for the other Jaguar men to capture the messenger, Casca. The captured slaves were bound with ropes of woven leather for the journey to the capital of the Jaguar men, the great city of Teotah. These men were the Teotec.
Now, all that remained was to capture Casca. The Jaguar men were patient.
The time came, as they knew it would. The pale strangers decided the area was uninhabited and began to venture forth in small parties, hunting and exploring. The watchers in the trees made sure that the strangers retained the delusion of an uninhabited land. No sign of the watchers did the Vikings see at any time, even though many of them pa.s.sed so close to Jaguar soldiers that they might have reached out and touched them with their fingertips had they known they were there. The Jaguar men were not interested in them; they waited for the leader.
Finally, Casca came out walking with the Vikings. He wore no armor. It was too hot, and there was no reason he could see why he should load himself with steel and bra.s.s that would surely bake him like a fish in this climate. He took orily his short sword. He, Olaf, and a man named Ragnar walked out into the jungle, away from the eyes of their shipmates.
Once the wall of the jungle closed on Casca"s small party, the Jaguar soldiers began to move. Making the sounds of birds, they gave directions to their comrades that the quarry was near and soon to be had. Slowly they closed in first from the rear to cut off escape, and then from the sides. They crept forward, sometimes crawling on their bellies like snakes. Slowly, patiently, inch by inch, they tightened the trap on the Vikings. Casca and his two companions knew nothing of what was going on around them. They had not been raised in woods like these. Even if they had, the mottled hide of the hunting cat that the Jaguar men wore was a nearly perfect camouflage from any reasonable distance, and against the bushes and trees they were almost invisible.
To Casca and his companions the walk was a lark. Casca pointed out the monkeys in the trees. He had seen monkeys himself when he was in the East, but the animals were totally strange to the Vikings. They asked Casca if these little people were gnomes or spirits.
"No," Casca laughed, "they are just animals. But they do have some of our traits, I see." He pointed out one amorous little b.a.s.t.a.r.d who was hanging by his tail and getting a little off a squealing female of his species.
The Vikings joined in his laughter.
But suddenly Casca froze.
A sense of uneasiness came over him. There was no tangible reason for it, but Casca had been around too long, had known too much danger not to intuitively sense when he was being watched. He felt that eyes were on him right now. Someone was close. Speaking softly, he alerted Olaf and Ragnar to the danger. He drew his sword on the pretext of examining a strange fruit on a tree and cutting it down. The others did likewise, pretending to taste the fruit. At least now their weapons were in their hands. There was no reason to expect an attack, but if one came, they were prepared for it.
And come it did.
Without warning, fifty jaguar skin-clad figures screamed the cry of the hunt and threw themselves from the trees onto their prey. Weird, strange figures they were in their fantastic dress, but the Vikings were of the stuff that they would fight the One-Eyed Loki himself if he gave them just a little in the way of odds.
The Vikings" swords and axes whirled through the air, cutting down one fur-clad brown figure after another. Back to back, they fought their way to a great tree that would protect their rear. They fought-and sliced the oncoming Jaguar soldiers to pieces. The attackers seemed to be more interested in taking them alive than dead, and the Vikings made maximum use of that fact-until a sudden thrust from one of those ugly stone-tipped spears pierced the eye of Ragnar, sending him to Valhalla if the Valkyrie could find this place so far removed from their homeland.
Catching his breath, Casca carved one more Teotec to the waist and told Olaf that he was going to rush them and for Olaf to slip around the tree and head for the camp, that he would return as soon as he was able. He stopped Olaf s protest with a curt: "Obey. Or die." Nodding reluctantly, Olaf did as he was told.
Then Casca gave a great roar that bounced off the trees and sent hundreds of monkeys into a chattering fit. He threw himself on the Teotec warriors, hacking, beating them back, using every trick he had learned in the Roman arena. Like a living whirlwind he sped among them, killing and hacking. But his sword was knocked out of his hand by an obsidian-lined club, numbing his right arm. Though Casca went on to kill three more with his open hand blows, they eventually overcame him, smothering him under the weight of their piled-up bodies.
The odor of those bodies was itself overpowering. s.h.i.t! What in Hades do these people wear for perfume? he thought, not at the time being familiar with the use of the juice from the glands of the skunk as an aid in warding off avaricious mosquitoes!
Quickly the downed Casca was trussed up like a side of beef, removed from the scene of combat, and taken into the jungle. To the Jaguar men the mission was complete. They had what they wanted. Let the other pale stranger go. He was of no importance. This one would be the best messenger they had ever had, if his courage and fighting skills were any indicators.