Eirik and Wigla blocked the mouth of the sea cave. No diving past them into the ocean, thought Karin.
“Well, Princess,” said the renegade king with another supposed smile, “I see you have been reunited with your lover. My offer still stands if the two of you want to join us! So this is the man you prefer to me,” looking Roric up and down. “I know he is a good fighter, and I see he is younger than I am, but can he play the lyre?”
“I told you she was not a princess to ransom,” said Wigla. “She has nothing to do with that ship down at the river. These are both outlaws-at best we could earn a bounty for killing them.”
“Of course, they might be planning to get the same bounty for us, ” said Eirik thoughtfully.
Neither Karin nor Roric had yet spoken. She could feel him at her shoulder, tense and alert, but, she feared, thinking that she herself might have an idea. Had Eirik and Wigla plotted it all from the beginning? Or, more likely, had Wigla set Karin on the path to the dragon’s lair to get rid of a potential rival, then gone to tell Eirik about the way into the Wanderers’ realm in an attempt to reestablish herself in his favor?
“So tell me,” continued Eirik, “are you hoping to find great piles of jewels and rich silks in the lands of voima? Or does one instead bring back charms that guarantee luck in love and conquest over all men?”
“If you are intending to raid the realms of voima for wealth and booty,” said Roric suddenly and fiercely, “then let me tell you that you shall find none. I know-I myself have been there.”
This brought Eirik up short for a second, then he attempted to reestablish his air of bravado. “Then you think you have powerful help in the Wanderers, is that it, young warrior?”
“ Roric to you, outlaw,” he snapped. “Roric No-man’s son.”
“Then King Eirik to you!” Sun flashed on the waves breaking behind him. “And let me tell you, Roric Slut’s-get, in this land we do not fear the Wanderers. The old stories tell us they did not always rule earth and sky, and now there are hints that their rule is coming to an end.”
“Then who do you fear?”
Eirik grinned broadly, showing gapped teeth. “I thought your princess here would have told you I fear no one. But we serve the lords of death.”
Roric stepped in front of Karin, his hand on his hilt. “I can help you meet them if you like. I already have three men’s blood-guilt on me-I will not hesitate to kill another man, especially an outlaw whose death would bring blood-guilt on no one.”
“Be careful, Roric,” Karin murmured behind him. “He is trying to make you angry. He must have a dozen warriors outside this cave. He either plans to sacrifice you or else to persuade you at the point of the sword that your best hope is to join his band.”
But why, she thought, was Roric trying to make Eirik angry?
“You are very sure of your Wanderers, aren’t you,” said Eirik to Roric, making no move toward his own sword. “But we choose to serve the lords who were there before the Wanderers, who will be there after they are gone. Different lords of voima may rule earth and sky, but only Death was there at the beginning and will be there at the end. The princess tells us you were searching for the door to the Wanderers’ realm, but we serve those who door is never hidden.”
Roric had given no indication he had even heard Karin. “What a coward’s service,” he jeered. “You know that all mortals must die, so you meekly accept the inevitable. You do not fight against your fate but try pathetically to glory in loss. If you want no part of voima, no part of life, why even bother making songs with your lyre? Why even bother noticing the beauty of the princess? Why not sacrifice yourself at once to the dark lords you serve?”
Eirik’s mocking all vanished. “I have heard enough,” he started to say, the sword halfway from its sheath, but the woman beside him suddenly gripped his arm.
“He is right!” she cried. Her green eyes darted back and forth between the two men. “Listen to him, Eirik! There has to be life that does not serve death!”
Eirik, startled, stared at her a second then gave a shout. There were answering shouts outside, the rattle of weapons at the entrance to the sea-cave. The outlaw king turned back triumphantly to them. “The way from here is well guarded, No-man’s son. Will your Wanderers guard you if you swim in the sea like seals?”
Roric shot Karin a sudden grin. “The Wanderers keep appearing in mortal realms for their own purposes,” he said to her. “We’ll see how they like a crowd of mortals appearing in their realm!”
He grabbed her hand and sprang at Eirik, his sword out. The king deflected the stroke with his own blade, but then they were past him. Straight out of the cave, where salt spray leaped against the stone, past the startled faces of Eirik’s warriors-a lot more than the dozen she had expected-they dove like seals into the bitterly cold waves of the northern sea.
And emerged with a thump, not even wet, onto the grass of a hilltop field. Karin stared around wildly, at the sun sitting, blood-red, on the horizon, at the grazing cows who looked at them plaintively, at a cluster of buildings in the lush valley below them. Soft air touched their skin, not ocean wind but an inland breeze of late summer.
Roric jumped up, pulling her with him. “So far the witch has kept the bargain,” he said with a laugh. “I see the sun has still not set here-though it’s a lot lower than when I was here before. Let’s get away from this hill before your renegade king shows up with all his men.”
“This- This is the realm of voima?” Karin said. They hurried down the hill toward the manor house.
“Copied after mortal lands by the Wanderers’ mother,” said Roric. “We should warn the people here that they’re about to be invaded. When we do not come back up through the waves again, Eirik will send some of his men diving after us to see if we really have found a door to this realm. He’s furious enough now that he won’t let us get away. That woman of his- she may follow on her own. And if any get through, well, the rest should soon follow.”
A woman came to meet them at the manor house door, but only after repeated knocking. “Excuse me,” said Karin, “but we wanted to warn you. We think some warriors may soon be-be coming over your hill. I think they are looking for booty.”
The woman smiled vacantly and turned back into the house.
“Is she deaf?” muttered Roric.
Two housecarls lounged in the yard. Karin tried them next; they listened as attentively as dogs might listen, then wandered away without answering.
“Roric, what is this?” she cried in frustration. “Do they not see me? Am I not real here?”
The woman reemerged, carrying a tray with milk and bread. She stood stiffly while they thanked her and took some.
“I should have thought of this,” said Roric. “ You are real, Karin. But these people may not be. I met some of them when I was here before but just thought them vague. The lords of voima built a whole world here and had to populate it all, but I don’t think there are very many of them, and probably not many of the ‘second force’ either. And you heard the witch-the Wanderers cannot create new immortal beings without the women. So instead they made manors, complete with animals and people, but people who can no more use reason than can the animals. They’re not much more than illusion-no more real than the bear I killed.”
Roric had killed a bear two winters back, but Karin was fairly sure this was not what he meant. She would ask him about it later. “How about that ‘third force’ you were with before?” she asked.
They finished the milk and replaced the mugs on the tray. The woman bore them away with the same vacant smile. “ They were real and could talk and think,” said Roric, “even imagine they could overcome the Wanderers. This time I’d like to find the real lords of voima.”
In the distance they could hear loud voices, shouted commands, and heated quarreling. “It sounds as though Eirik has arrived,” commented Roric with a grin. “If he is expecting to find piles of jewels, he would have done better in the dragon’s lair. We’ll let them sort it all out on their own. And while everyone here is distracted by a few dozen murderous mortals, you and I can find Valmar.”
As they slipped back out of the manor and through the woods beyond, Karin realized that they had never asked the Witch of the Western Cliffs how, once they reached the Wanderers’ realm, they could get back again.