took a breath and laboriously read the passage again. My head hurt with the effort.
`Secrets of the tomb?' Einar asked Illugi, when I had finished. Illugi Godi shrugged.
`Might be Atil's treasure,' he grunted. `Might be a poor kenning on the nature of gods. And Muzum? I know the Krivichi tribes—we passed through their lands going down to Kiev, some time back. There's no chief called Muzum.'
`They always do that, the Latin writers,' I offered moodily. 'That's what I mean about them. They seem determined to write something and make it as long-winded and hard to understand as possible. Usually, if you take the "um" off the end you have a better chance of working out what they really mean with names.'
`Hmm,' mused Illugi. `Muz? Might be muzhi, but that just means Great Chief. Every ferret-face with two horses and a dog calls himself a great chief along the river banks around Kiev.'
`Then we'll just have to find one with a bloody great stone from a god,' Einar grunted, then looked at me and rubbed his chin. 'Next time, tell me what you can and can't do. I wasted valuable time talking to traders—at least half a dozen over the course of this Loki-cursed winter. Now they will be carrying the news of it far and wide.'
Ì didn't know that you needed anything read,' I snapped back, annoyance at missing out on the dark one combining with the unfairness of it to make me daring. 'If you had actually unpicked your lips on this, I'd have known.'
Einar considered for a moment—a long year under that obsidian stare—then chuckled. 'Faults on both sides, then. The main thing is I now have someone who can read stuff before Martin the Christ priest does.'
Ì can read it if it is kept simple,' I warned him, wishing now I had spent more time with Caomh and his dirt-scratchings. But who knew then that such a thing would be of more use to me than the best way to get gull eggs from a high cliff?
Einar nodded, considering.
`What now?' my father asked. 'Down to Kiev and the Black Sea again?'
Èventually,' Einar said, 'but we call in at Birka and fulfil our hire. That way we get paid and I find out if Martin and Lambisson say true, since they will not know that I have all the saint's chest has to offer. Orm, not a word to anyone else that you can read the Latin. Mind that.'
I nodded and he grinned and clapped my shoulder. 'Truly, Rurik, you birthed a rare one and I am glad now that you bribed Thorkel to let him take his place.'
My father chuckled and I gawped and everyone laughed at the pair of us.
`Now go and fuck that Serkland woman before your head swivels off its stalk. Not that she'll thank you much—she has the coughs and fever all of those women get coming from the warm lands and I am thinking she will not last the winter.'
Still chuckling we moved into the main hov and, as we broke apart, my father caught my sleeve.
Ì did not know that he knew about Thorkel,' he said quietly. 'I forgot that Einar is a deep thinker and a cunning man. We'd both do well to remember that.'
Funnily enough, I remembered those words, even as my loins took over the thinking for me. Partly, I think, because Einar was right and the Serkland woman was already too sick to be a good bedmate, but mainly because of what Illugi had said about Atil's treasure.
`You sew your lips on that one, young Orm,' my father said when I mentioned it, looking right and left to make sure no one could hear us. 'That's something we are not supposed to know about.'
`We don't, I am thinking,' I answered.
He rubbed his head and acknowledged that with a rueful grin.
`But this is the same Atil as the tales?' I persisted. `Volsungs? All of that?'
Àll of that,' agreed my father and then shrugged and scowled when he saw my look. 'Learned men believe it,' he argued. Tambisson's tame Christ priest, we found out, seems to be seeking it to solve Birka's silver problems.'
I said nothing, but the thoughts whirled and sparked like embers in the wind. If even a tenth of what was