A Glibertarians Exclusive: Fire and Ice Part VIII

by | May 22, 2023 | Fiction | 51 comments

On the beach

Hengist woke to bright sun in his eyes, and sand in his mouth.  He sat up, spat, and spat, then looked around.

He was still on the island, lying in the sand behind the great rock outcrop that had saved his life.  A few bodies floated in the surf.  The fires were all out, only a few thin banners of smoke rose from what was left of the tents.  The ships, both his and Mabinne’s, were destroyed; only wreckage lay washed up on the shore or bobbing gently in the surf.  He saw no living person, save one, who sat in the sand a few feet away, watching the surf roll in.

Mabinne.

It took a few moments before he could work up enough spit to speak.  “Well, sweet,” he said at last.  “Er, I mean, Mabinne.  Mabinne the Merciless, I should say.  I suppose you’ll still want to kill me.”

Mabinne turned.  She smiled.  “It matters very little now.” she said.  She tapped her neck.  “I cannot freeze you.  The binding collar your general put on me is still in place.  And since he is dead, I am powerless, for the rest of my life.”

Hengist looked around.  “It would seem General Gustafson has a lot of company in death.”

Mabinne nodded.  She returned to her study of the waves.

“Of course, you could try to kill me with a knife, or a sword.  There would seem to be plenty lying about.”

“Have you not seen enough killing?”

“Have you not yet claimed your revenge?”

Mabinne shook her head.  “I’ve walked that path.  You can see,” she waved a hand at the floating bodies, “where it has taken me.”

Hengist struggled to his wooden feet.  He walked slowly to Mabinne’s side, lowered himself to the sand to sit next to her.  “I must say, you walked that path very effectively.  Even to here.”

Mabinne shrugged.  Then, she laughed.  “As one warrior to another, you say?”

“Even so.  I underestimated you once.  I learned a hard lesson from that.”

“Then we have both learned some hard lessons.”

They sat in silence for some time.  Then:

“I confess, I’m amazed you survived at Port Stronghold.”

Hengist held up his left arm.  The iron hammer head that took the place of his hand was still in place.  “I am rather amazed myself.  You certainly did some damage.  You are strong, Mabinne, but you should have known my own strength, which is great.”

“I could hardly doubt that now.”  She looked over her shoulder at the trees nearest the shore, waving slowly in the wind.  “I don’t suppose you can build us a ship to return to the mainland?”

“Sweet,” Hengist lapsed back into addressing her in the old way, “Building a ship that will survive a sea voyage is the work of a craftsman, and an able-bodied and properly equipped one at that.  I am, candidly, a cripple.  With half an arm, half a hand, half a leg, a missing foot.  We have no tools.  We can make no canvas for sails.  We have no crew to sail a ship.  We are, I am afraid, marooned, on an island that only we two know exists.”

“I see.  So, then.  What happens now?”

Hengist shrugged.  “As I see it, we have two choices.  We can go on as we just were and try to kill each other.”

“And the other?”

“We live.  We two, here, on this island.  There is food here.  We have fire.  Building shelters is within my ability, I think.  We can live here for some time.  Even the rest of our lives, should it come to that.”

“Should it come to that,” Mabinne repeated.

“We lived together before, after all.  We can surely do so again, even if not so… intimately.”

“Given that the alternative is to fight to the death, I suppose it’s the better choice.”

Hengist looked at her for a moment; there was a twinkle in his eye.  “You know, I promised to drag you in chains before the King.  It looks as though that will not happen now.”

Mabinne laughed.  “No,” she said.  “No, I suppose it won’t.”

“Well.  To the task at hand, I suppose.”  Hengist pushed himself again to his wooden feet.  “I should look to building some simple shelters.  Nightfall can’t be that far off.”

“I’ll help.”

“Search among the wrecks, if you would.” Hengist asked.  “See what you can find by way of cordage, any unbroken planks, cooking pots, anything useful.”

“Very well.”

An hour later, they sat in front of a fire in the shade of the trees.  Two simple lean-tos stood back in the woods a few paces away, and over the fire, a small bronze pot simmered with a stew of some dried bison meat and Beretanian yams.  They ate in silence, side by side, facing the sea, as the sun sank slowly behind them.

“Well,” Hengist said at last.  He spooned out the last of his stew and swallowed it, then tossed the bowl in the sand.  “Here we are.  Sailing in a ship of our own building, with our destination unknown to all but the gods.”

“You may be right.”

Hengist looked out over the waves, still gently rolling in on the beach.  Behind them, the sun was setting, and the reddish-gold light played on the sea.  “You know,” he said, “I really did love you.”

“I know.”

Mabinne looked down at Hengist’s mangled hand, in the sand next to her.  She hesitated.  Then she laid her own hand on his.  “Everything we have done has brought us here.  And left us here.”

Hengist looked down at Mabinne’s hand on his.  He frowned.  Then he smiled, but it was a humorless, bitter smile.  “Together,” he said.  “The gods’ own joke.”

“The gods’ own joke,” Mabinne agreed.

Behind them, the sun slowly sank into the trees.

***

Twenty years later

Floki Haraldson, second son of old King Harald Iron-Jaw, knew and would freely tell anyone that listened that he was the greatest navigator in the history of Ikslund.  He had compiled extensive maps of the coasts of Ikslund and Beretan, as well as star charts that encompassed the entire year.  That, along with a device of his own creation that used a sliver of lodestone to indicate true direction, emboldened him to drive his longboat to places hitherto unknown.

This summer, eighteen years after the final peace between Ikslund and their Ashlander allies and the Beretanians, Jutlanders and Mondrians, he drove to the west, across unknown seas.  And now his search was rewarded:  New land, unknown to all who had gone before.

Or so Floki thought.

“We’ll land,” he directed his crew.  The sun was high in the sky, near midday.  “It will be good to stretch our legs.  When we land, Gunther and Bjorn, see if you can find us some fresh meat.  Jorn and Vigdar, start fires, see about some shelters.”

They landed the ship on a broad, gentle stretch of sandy beach and climbed out.  Past the beach was forest, oddly straight trees with a spray of broad leaves at the top.  Underneath one of the trees, amazingly, stood a girl.

She was tall, fair, with not quite the look of an Ikslunder despite her blonde hair and blue eyes, dressed in a ragged, knee-length tunic that looked as though it had been made from woven packing bags.

She walked forward, slowly, cautiously, with an old, stained bow in her hand, an arrow nocked.  “Who are you?” she asked in an oddly accented Ikslunder.

“Floki Haraldson,” Floki replied.  “Son of the late King Harald Iron-Jaw, brother to the present King Knut Haraldson.  We came out of Port Stronghold.  We mean you no harm.  Who are you?  How did you come to be here?”

The girl lowered the bow.  “Me?  Mabinne Hengistdottir.  How did I come to be here?  I’ve always been here.”

“Where is your family, child?”  Floki asked.  “Where are your people?  Are there others?”

“No.  No longer, at any rate.  My parents were marooned here.  My mother died of a fever when I was two summers of age.  My father died last year.  They are buried back there, in the trees.  I am alone.”

“Well, no longer,” Floki said.  “We will be returning to Port Stronghold with news of this new land.  You are welcome to come with us.”

Mabinne thought about that.  She remembered her father telling her of his farm in Ikslund, and how he had appeared before the King, and all his other stories…

Imagine the daughter of Hengist Iron-Fist and Mabinne the Merciless, returned to Ikslund.  By the brother of the king, no less. 

“Yes,” she said.  “Yes, I think I’d like that.”

About The Author

Animal

Animal

Semi-notorious local political gadfly and general pain in the ass. I’m firmly convinced that the Earth and all its inhabitants were placed here for my personal amusement and entertainment, and I comport myself accordingly. Vote Animal/STEVE SMITH 2024!

51 Comments

  1. The Bearded Hobbit

    Well done!

    • R C Dean

      Indeed. Very good ending. From what I can tell, properly ending a story is the hardest part.

      • kinnath

        All is well that ends well.

      • UnCivilServant

        Nah, if all else fails, just pull a Plato and

  2. Tundra

    Wow! I did not see that coming!

    Fantastic ended that tees up a whole new series!

    Thanks, Animal. I really dig these.

  3. Not Adahn

    So, now we get an analogue of Mojeaux’ unbroken line of rakish romance novelist heroes, except in this case it’s women with a penchant for mass murder.

    • UnCivilServant

      That’s not exactly a heritable trait.

      • Grummun

        That’s not exactly a heritable trait.

        That’s not entirely clear. Any case, it can certainly be learned.

    • Mojeaux

      Women with a penchant for mass murder.

      You say that like it’s a bad thing.

  4. Sean

    My mother died of a fever

    She should have worn a mask.

    I’m not sure how I feel about the ending.

    • juris imprudent

      An ice-witch dying of fever does seem ironic.

    • Fourscore

      We don’t know that that’s the end. Mabinne #2 could be a brief interlude while Animal sends us somewhere else for a while. I can see a resurrection of the Helgist dynasty.

      Animal is clever. Thanks, a great story.

  5. R.J.

    Fantastic. I did not see that coming.

  6. juris imprudent

    Henrig’s boys must’ve pulled way up inside his body before he was near frozen to death!

  7. kinnath

    Unfortunately, the young lass will suffer terribly from the many contagious diseases that she has never been exposed to while isolated on the island.

    • Sean

      Quick, vaccinate her!

      • Nephilium

        On it… the Needle. (lyrics questionably NSFW).

  8. Rebel Scum

    I never understood this bogus 14A argument…because it is bogus.

    A presidential “power of the purse,” however, is a fiction, only marginally more credible than the Hale-Bopp comet’s power to whisk human souls away into space.

    Their argument for it is based on Section 4 of the 14th Amendment, which states, “The validity of the public debt of the United States, authorized by law, including debts incurred for payment of pensions and bounties for services in suppressing insurrection or rebellion, shall not be questioned.”

    The drafters of this amendment did not want Congress to simply dismiss its obligations to pay off the Union’s debts from the Civil War. Although the amendment is not limited to those debts, it has nothing to do with debt ceilings set by Congress. Default, after all, is not a denial of the validity of debt, but rather a refusal or failure to pay debts in time despite their validity.

    • Fatty Bolger

      “Congress shall have the power to enforce, by appropriate legislation, the provisions of this article”

      Congress. Not the President acting unilaterally.

  9. Rebel Scum
  10. kinnath

    New roof will be on the house by the end of the week. First of many projects. Basically putting a new skin on the house. New shingles, new gutters, new soffits and fascia, new siding, and a new deck.

    Prices have risen a wee bit in the 18 years since the house was built.

    • UnCivilServant

      Then new foundation, new framing, new drywall, new plumbing, and new electrical?

      • kinnath

        That part of the house is fine.

        The roof has suffered 18 years of hail and wind damage. Insurance is paying for that less then deductible.

        The cement-fiber board siding was installed by an idiot and is failing completely. Can’t cover it up, so it all has to come off at a substantial cost. This was the only big mistake from the build 18 years ago.

      • kinnath

        The deck that idiot built is not doing well either. So it is getting replaced too.

      • UnCivilServant

        Well, I figured you would replace the whole house one piece at a time.

      • kinnath

        HVAC was last fall.

        We’re on the second water heater. That will fail in the next few years I expect.

      • UnCivilServant

        When I got my water heater replaced, the plumber said the modern ones typically lasted about eleven years, give or take. So yeah, you’ll be up soon if you’re on the second for an 18 year old house.

      • Tundra

        Maintenance will help.

        How to Flush Your Hot Water Heater

        Also replacing the anode – especially when you have really hard water – isn’t a bad idea either.

      • UnCivilServant

        Turning off the gas is what killed my previous one.

    • R.J.

      Sounds like it will be enjoyable when complete. Adding a new grill for the new deck?

      • kinnath

        New smoker arrived last winter (service anniversary from big corp).

    • Tundra

      Progress!

      What are you doing for siding?

      • kinnath

        Heavy weight vinyl. Cedar Shake style.

      • Tundra

        Nice. When I redid our deck (2020), it was nearly impossible to find cedar and the composite offerings were slim. Ended up using cedartone treated and was quite happy with it. Deck faced west, so composite got hotter than hell.

      • R.J.

        I have that problem too. I have a sad little 8×8 pad outside of cement which I call “The Nuclear Blast Furnace.” My wife insists on trying to put plants there. It’s nigh-instant death in the spring/summer. I need a pergola of some sort to cut the sun.

      • UnCivilServant

        Build a brick BBQ pit on it.

      • R.J.

        I considered that. I do have the little Weber propane grill there. In the summer it can burn 100 degrees hotter than in the fall. Saves on propane.

      • one true athena

        My back porch is the same. We put in a canopy for some kind of shade, but one of the storms in January obliterated it, so now it’s back to being a furnace. I don’t understand how this house has been here since 1969 and nobody ever built a pergola to shade the space.

      • Fatty Bolger

        Seems like that would be relatively inexpensive to put up. Nice bang for the buck.

      • R.J.

        Lumber prices make it close to $8,000 with labor. Ouchie. I have the money saved but it is hard to pull that trigger.

      • Fatty Bolger

        Wow, that seems really high for something that small.

      • kinnath

        replacing a 12 by 19 deck and adding a stair case ==> $23.5K

      • Fatty Bolger

        Man, that’s around $100 square foot. How much of that is labor?

      • kinnath

        No idea. It’s just a number.

  11. kinnath

    So, Animal. Thanks for another great story.

    Hengist and Mabinne deserve each other.

  12. kinnath

    Daily Quordle 483
    7️⃣5️⃣
    3️⃣4️⃣

    not too bad

    • grrizzly

      Daily Quordle 483
      6️⃣3️⃣
      5️⃣4️⃣

      Today was a good day.

  13. robodruid

    A wonderful story.

  14. Endless Mike

    I’m late at this, but awesome! Well done!