Episode Thirty-Four: Barriers: Scene 9

I remembered the fields. I remembered learning to fight. I remembered picking up my first sword.

 

I remembered handling the runes, but they never spoke to me, proof that was not my path.

 

It flowed over me and everything settled into a new pattern. I still had no idea what the future would bring and less than no idea what I was meant to be.

 

But the curse was broken – and that told me I was doing something right. Something the way I was supposed to do it.

 

Or the way Odin wanted me to. Which I knew suddenly might not mean the same thing. It might not mean the same thing at all.

 

“Are you okay?”

 

“Never better,” I whispered. This would work out somehow. I knew that too.

 

I was not sure if it was what I was born for, but I was determined to be no man’s…or god’s, or giant’s…pawn. I was determined to be what I wanted to be.

 

Which might also be what I was destined to be. Given what I was, that seemed entirely too likely.

 

And we rode into the capital of Muspelheim with banners streaming.

 

“I challenge the king!” Helgr called, whirling her black and red steed. “I call on him.”

 

“On what grounds?”

 

“On the grounds that he attempted to take a woman against her will. On the grounds of kidnapping and coercion.”

 

A rumble went through. “Do you have a witness?”

 

“She does!” I called. “I am the one he sought to wed and bed despite my wishes.”

 

People backed away. They looked at me. Obviously not a fire giant. Obviously something else, perhaps something more, and with a figure darker skinned than any there (although not, I noticed, by as much as one might have thought) clinging to me.

 

“You would bear witness to this?”

 

“I would.” I did not dismount. I did not feel safe to dismount. This was sounding almost like a trial.

 

A trial by combat.

 

A challenge.

 

“Do you…” He tailed off.

 

“I am Siglaugr Lokisdottir.”

 

And Kanesha spoke. “And I am Kanesha Clem, and I vouch that he abducted me, although he treated me well.”

 

More murmurs. I wondered if she’d had to add that.

 

Then I knew she did. It added honesty. It made them more likely to believe us than if she had spoken of dungeons.

 

Of course, if he had put her in a dungeon…

 

Episode Thirty-Four: Barriers: Scene 8

I was lent the horse again…Kanesha doubled behind me as we rode back. She had refused to be left somewhere safe.

 

Either Surtur would lose and we would be safe, or he would win and be honorable and we would run, or…or we would have to finish the job.

 

That was how it felt. As if this might be the end of it. I could hope, anyway.

 

Helgr became queen, returned things the way they were, I went back to Midgard with Kanesha and pretended to be normal until I couldn’t any more.

 

It appealed.

 

The horse’s hooves under me, the sense of his strength and magic. I wanted this, too.

 

You will never be one of my sisters.

 

Thruor’s judgment. No, prophecy. But we rode.

 

We rode until we met the guards, but the flag Helgr had given to Thruor was apparently a symbol of passage.

 

He knew. He knew why we were here, and he knew what we meant to do. I wondered if he was confident.

 

A small part of me wondered if he cared any more. If he might not just let her win.

 

There was something in the air, though. It felt like fire. It felt like magic. It felt like the fire was about to go out of control, all of it.
As if some grip was being lost that went beyond politics. I shivered, even though it was too hot.

 

“Siglaugr?”

 

Kanesha’s voice from behind me. “I don’t like this. Something’s happening.”

 

It might be the start. It might be that…hell, it might be that I’d started it by working with Helgr. If that was what the prophecy said, then it was possible everything I did to try and prevent Ragnarok would end up being part of what caused it.

 

But if the prophecy simply said that I could do either, then…then I was free.

 

I wanted to feel free. I wanted to be free, free to ride a good horse with the wind in my hair. Free to love. Free to live.

 

No man made my fate.

 

No god made my fate. I would make my own, and in that moment, it all seemed to snap together.

 

What happened would be my choice, and if it went wrong it would be because I was no Norn to see the future, nor ever would be.

 

Nor would I be a Valkyrie.

 

I remembered.

 

Not everything. Enough.

 

Episode Thirty-Four: Barriers: Scene 7

That settled that. I wasn’t her owner, I wasn’t going to be her “superior.” If she said no, then no was the answer.

 

As I digested that (and my sausages), I heard hoofbeats. It was not a valkyrie’s steed.

 

It was something bigger. And then she rode into the clearing. Helgr, on a black horse with a red mane and tail. “Found you.”

 

“Could you have been less discreet? That horse has to stand out…”

 

She grinned. “He’s a fine beastie, isn’t he.”

 

He was that, and he wasn’t that huge in proportion to fire giant sizes. “Still, were you seen?”

 

“Who do you take me for?” She dismounted. “You might still need practice at concealment, I don’t.” Then she…nodded to Kanesha. “You have caused quite the stir, mortal.”

 

She grinned a bit up at the fire giant then stood. I was on my feet too.

 

Thruor frowned a bit. “Helgr. What do you have in mind?”

 

“Surtur’s raging, he’s sent fyrhunds and men to hunt you, they’ll close the net soon. Why haven’t you left?”

 

“He’d just follow us to Midgard.”

 

She nodded. “Point.”

 

“Got a good place to hide?”

 

She shook her head. “We’re past the point of hiding, kid. He’ll find you.”

 

“Then I’ll have to…”

 

She sighed. “Did you mean it about not wanting to end up queen?”

 

I nodded. “Absolutely.”

 

Did I? Yeah. I did.

 

“Then I will try something, but I make no promises.” She smiled. “Challenge him to single combat.”

 

“Why didn’t you do that before?” Kanesha asked.

 

“Because I still had hope that things could be salvaged. I fight him. If I win, I become queen. If I lose…” She shrugged. “You guys run. Quickly.”

 

“You’ll need a second,” Thruor said, grimly.

 

“Yes, I will.” She considered.

 

“I’ll do it,” I said, finally. “If I’m your second, that gives me some protection, right?”

 

“He certainly can’t do anything to you until the fight is over…or for a day and a night afterward. Smart.”

 

Had I known that?

 

Part of me had. Or rather, it felt so right to me that I wondered if the Aesir had the same rule, or if it was my own fire giant blood speaking.

 

I knew. And I knew that this might work…and if it did not, we still got a head start. “Does that extend to people under my personal protection?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Well then. If you…if you’re sure.”

 

She could die.

 

“I am. He is no longer fit to be my king.”

 

She sounded so serious that I knew she would rather die than continue with this. But I did not think Surtur had the honor to be fair in this duel.

 

I said so.

 

Episode Thirty-Four: Barriers: Scene 6

We camped that night under a flaming tree, its light dimming in the darkness, but still enough that if I was the kind of person to suffer from insomnia – I would never have slept a wink.

 

As it was, I slept fine, Kanesha curled up against me. She seemed to be having no problems either. Her face when she saw Mike had almost been worth the entire adventure.

 

I supposed I had got her used to enough weirdness that she could handle more. Now I thought about it, most of the women I knew…

 

I had, of course, awakened before her, needing less sleep. The dawn came.

 

Thruor was sitting there making breakfast. “Thanks.”

 

She grinned.

 

“No stars?” I added.

 

“Not in Muspelheim. When you see a star here, then it is always an omen.”

 

Kanesha stirred and sat up. “What smells so good?”

 

“Valkyrie cooking, apparently. What is it?”

 

“I managed to find eggs, sausages and toast.”

 

I had a feeling fire giant sausages would be spicy. “Really appreciate it. Any idea on our next move?”

 

“Thinking on it. If I take the two of you back to Midgard.”

 

“Then there will be more people in danger. I think we need to find an end game.” I sighed. “I don’t want to kill him.”

 

“I know.”

 

“And I’ve been told not to to boot.” I considered. “But he’s not going to change his mind. And we certainly can’t stay here. Where are the dwarves?”

 

“They went to get something.”

 

I nodded. “And Mike?”

 

“Over here.” He wandered over and Thruor filled a plate for him.

 

I wondered at the dead guy needing to eat, then reminded myself it was Muspelheim. This was a spiritual plane, not a physical one.

 

“I was checking on the horses,” he explained.

 

I laughed. “Have we made a rider out of you?”

 

“You know I wanted to be a mounted officer, right?”

 

I laughed again. “Okay. So, we can’t stay here, we’ll be followed if we go home, and we can’t go to the dwarven halls…”

 

“I thought of that, but it has the same problem. I think we need to end this here. But we might take Kanesha there.”

 

“No,” she said firmly. “I’m staying.”

 

“If you lose your necklace,” I reminded her.

 

“I know, but I’m a target too. Without you…”

 

She had a point. “Okay, yeah. We don’t want you being snatched again, but I think they’d have difficulty snatching…”

 

She cut me off. “No.”

 

Episode Thirty-Four: Barriers: Scene 5

Of course, it led us to…the kitchens.

 

The chef blinked as we appeared. “Oh, there you are.”

 

“Thanks for the food, but we’re checking out now!”

 

He laughed. “Get.” And he knocked a door open with his foot.

 

I blinked. “You…”

 

“I never saw you. You didn’t come this way.”

 

I was surprised by the unexpected help, but ducked through the door. Storage space, but I could see the tunnel that led to…a back entrance they brought the carts up. We’d almost come up that way.

 

“Why did he help us?” I asked Kanesha.

 

“Absolutely no clue.”

 

I thought of the maid we’d locked in the room. “Maybe Surtur’s a lousy boss.”

 

“Maybe.” She seemed skeptical, though.

 

“Or you’ve been winning hearts left, right, and center.”

 

She blushed.

 

“You’ve had an effect.”
And I wondered how that would alter things.

 

“Put the necklace on?” I added.

 

“Already done.” She grinned. “I’m not stupid. It’s an anti-fire shield, right?”

 

I nodded. “Surtur didn’t notice it. Maybe because there’s already so much fire magic. Maybe the dwarf that made it for me is just that good.”

 

“Can I keep it?”

 

I laughed. “It’s yours.” But I had no intention of ever coming back. We had to get away from the spire.

 

We had to get away and plan, but a riderless horse came charging towards us. Not Thruor’s steed.

 

She must have borrowed an extra. But I knew what it was, and I wasn’t ignoring the invitation to mount.

 

I helped Kanesha up behind me, and the steed turned and charged into the night, sparks striking up from his…somehow I knew his…hooves.

 

The offspring of Sleipnir.

 

It occurred to me that the horse I was riding was actually possibly my nephew.

 

Okay. That was not a good thought to have. I tucked my hands into the mane and clung on as we ran into Muspelheim’s night, lit only by the fires on the mountains and the leaves of the flaming trees.

 

There were no stars.

 

Episode Thirty-Four: Barriers: Scene 4

We endured a stiff dinner, with Kanesha speaking only when spoken to. I took a cue from her and limited my own conversation to asking for condiments to be passed.

 

This was making Surtur practically froth at the mouth, and not because he was a horse with a bit in it.

 

“I think we made him mad,” I asided to her as we were escorted back to our gilded prison.

 

“Good. I think…”

 

“I think he’s actually more attracted to you than me,” I quipped.

 

“Gods no.” Pause. “I mean, you’re right, but eww. And I’m not just saying that because of parts.”

 

I laughed. “Oh, come on, the parts aren’t as important as…”

 

She considered. “The hair…you’re right. But still eww.”

 

“I agree.” The dog had somehow got out while we weren’t there. I was glad. I didn’t want him locked up.

 

And it was not like I would be sleeping alone.

 

Or, given the message, sleeping. I still wondered how she was going to get past the forcefield.

 

Or if she was.

 

She had dwarves with her. I wondered what they could really do in a pinch, if pushed. True, most of the amazing things I’d seen from dwarves had been enchantments that took time.

 

But…well…

 

She did have dwarves with her. So I suppose I should not have been surprised when midnight was marked by a rather loud kaboom.

 

I had no idea what they had blown up. I did not want to know. Once we’d been left alone I’d changed into practical clothing.

 

Unfortunately, they hadn’t left Kanesha her original clothes. She was in the simplest dress in the closet. It was, I thought wryly, a good way to slow down a martial artist.

 

But I also suspected she could hold her own in the dress. I tossed a belt buckle out the window.

 

“Forcefield’s still up.”

 

“Then we go the other way,” Kanesha said grimly, one hand on the hilt of her sword.

 

“You realize…”

 

“That I might not survive this. I trust you.”

 

I wasn’t sure I trusted me, but Thruor was in the area anyway.

 

We positioned ourselves on either side of the door, and I dang near beheaded the maid who came through. “Ladies…ack!”

 

“Don’t scream,” I hissed. “You aren’t my enemy.”

 

“Somebody…”

 

“I know. Is it safe here?”

 

She nodded. I smiled…and pushed her into the room as Kanesha grabbed her keys. Then we locked her in. Hopefully she had been telling the truth.

 

Maybe she had intended to tell us more, but I did not want to or need to know. We started to move down the stairs.

 

The guards had all run away, or rather to deal with whatever the twins had explodified. (It’s a word now).

 

I kept moving. We might be able to get a good way without a fight.

 

No, I was not going to wait for rescue.

 

But I heard his voice behind us. “This way,” Kanesha said abruptly and pulled me into a closet.

 

“What?”

 

“I’ve been suborning the maids while waiting for you. They have their own passages.”

 

I laughed a bit. “Good work.”
And indeed there was a door in the back of the closet, no doubt for moving linens around.

 

“The guards…”

 

“Oh, they’ll check here. Eventually. But he won’t.”

 

I laughed. “Doesn’t know all the secrets of his own palace.”

 

“He doesn’t care.”

 

I was distinctly amused, but moved into the servants’ passage easily. It was narrow by giant standards.
We were not giants.

 

Episode Thirty-Four: Barriers: Scene 3

The door opened again for lunch and the fyrhund slipped through it. Stupid creature, I thought. Now it was locked in with us.

 

Kanesha fed him a small part of her lunch. “He needs a name.”

 

“Not yet.”

 

She glanced at me.

 

“Trust me. Not yet. Don’t name him.” I wasn’t sure why I said that to her.

 

Trust me.

 

Whatever I was worried about, it extended to her. “But he shouldn’t have come in.”

 

While he had been outside, then…well.

 

“Did you put this collar on him?”

 

“No.”

 

And then I laughed. Examining the collar revealed a note tucked actually inside it, between the two strips of leather.

 

It was from Thruor.

 

It said “Midnight.” That was all, but I recognized her handwriting.

 

Hopefully they didn’t see it. Hopefully whatever magical bugs were here only worked on audio.

 

And I was not sure how they were going to deal with the forcefield.

 

I decided not to worry about it, but gave the fyrhund – who was actually a floppy eared hound, a big one, here – a hug.

 

He washed my face thoroughly.

 

Kanesha laughed at that. “Be careful.”

 

“I can handle a bit of dog slobber,” I noted. “So can you.”

 

“When I’m not wearing makeup.”

 

“Which we aren’t.”

 

And the door opened again. A different maid. “It is time to start getting ready for dinner.”

 

It felt like it had barely been lunch. She pretty much stuffed me into a red and gold gown, Kanesha into a green one. But she knew how to make women pretty, and I was used to it.

 

Not used to the tight bodice, but I could get used to it. Think of it as just another shoot, I told myself.

 

Midnight.

 

Hopefully we’d even be back there by then. But Surtur was…

 

…seducing both of us. He didn’t just want Kanesha as leverage, he wanted her support.

 

Why? I did not think I could understand the why of that. She was a mortal and a rival for my affections, and his initial deal was that he would let her go if I agreed to marry him and never see her again.

 

Had she said or done something…

 

…was he falling for her? I hoped not, but it did seem like a logical explanation.

 

Episode Thirty-Four: Barriers: Scene 2

The next morning we were left alone. A maid brought us breakfast. I wasn’t afraid to eat his food – he wasn’t planning on hurting me and if he drugged me I couldn’t help him.

 

It was delicious. Whoever his chef was, they were good. But I couldn’t come up with a good plan, and I was still wondering where the fyrhund was.

 

Here, of course, he was solid and could not sneak under doors to get to me, but I knew he was trying to.

 

I really needed to name him, but for some reason I was afraid to do so. Almost afraid to admit he was “my” dog by any meaningful measure.

 

I trusted my instincts on the matter. Now I was more awake, I checked the window. It was not barred, but there was no ledge – no escaping that way unless I could shapeshift both of us into birds.

 

Which Loki had steadfastly refused to teach me. “Hrm. No way out of here without wings.”

 

Kanesha nodded. “And neither of us can grow them.”

 

“Theoretically I can, but I don’t really know how.”

 

She nodded. “But maybe we…”

 

I hesitated. Then I found myself grinning. “Hush.”

 

I could not grow wings.

 

I knew somebody who could. Oh, she didn’t do it very often, but it was part of the suite of abilities.

 

Thruor.

 

Valkyries could fly. And she could get us out. Likely one at a time.

 

If she knew which window to check. Which she didn’t, but it gave me hope. The fact that he hadn’t barred the window meant he didn’t yet know I had anyone with me who could fly.

 

Or maybe there was a protection I could not see. I looked around, then picked up a crumb of breakfast roll and tossed it out the window.

 

Blast.

 

It hit a forcefield. “So much for that anyway.”

 

“I wouldn’t have thought of that.”

 

“Surtur knows magic, and probably has people who know more magic. Of course he’d take precautions.”

 

But that only meant we needed more magic. Better magic.
And Thruor could still get up here even if she couldn’t get in. “But we still…”

 

Kanesha hrmed. “It would certainly be easier than going down through the castle. Maybe.”

 

“He’s got a lot of guards and servants.” And while the servants might not be great fighters, they were all giants.

 

They could impede us.
Still, I wasn’t waiting for rescue. I would never wait around for rescue.

 

Episode Thirty-Four: Barriers: Scene 1

Lost, but not entirely. Nothing was over yet.

 

And he had left us our swords. Of course, we weren’t going anywhere right now. Kanesha shook her head. “You came alone?”

 

I smiled. “You trust me, right?”

 

“Yes, but…” She paused. “Okay, got it. No talking about the plan in case he has us bugged.”

 

We were in the swan room, which had a large feather bed, and looked out over the lake.

 

I slipped her the necklace, but said nothing about it. He hadn’t taken that either.

 

“You aren’t going to…”

 

I let out a breath. “I’m honorable, believe it or not. No, I’m not going to agree to marry him.”

 

I didn’t finish the sentence. I was concerned about magical bugs. But I also knew I had backup out there.

 

If they could work out a way to get us out. Or I could. “Let’s rest up. Has he…”

 

“He has treated me like a honored guest.” She was still wearing the dress. “And lectured me about how if I cared about lives of innocents I’d give you up.”

 

I snorted. “He’s going to start Ragnarok if you do. Or even if you don’t.”

 

“It’s a shame. He’s quite…suave, isn’t he?”

 

Kanesha wasn’t attracted to men sexually. “You like him.”

 

“More like I can see under all the stuff I hate somebody who might be worth liking.” She shook her head. “I don’t know what to do.”

 

I didn’t admit that I didn’t either. But we’d get out of here, one way or another. “If we can get you out, he can’t hold me unless I agree to marry him.”

 

She nodded. “Meaning…”

 

“This place probably is bugged. But he already knows he can’t hold me without you. So getting you out is more important.”

 

Not that I wanted to get out that way. And there was the issue of my sword, who would not want to be left behind.

 

At least Kanesha didn’t have to deal with emotional backtalk from hers.

 

She nodded weakly. “Okay.”

 

I did not tell her Mike was here. I wanted to, so badly. I didn’t. I didn’t want Surtur knowing exactly who had come with me.

 

With any sense they would have run, all of them, to regroup.

 

“Maybe your dad will help us,” she added.

 

“He has to be careful. Politics.”

 

She nodded. “But…well…”

 

I could think of one trickster who might be able to, if he could come here, if he was willing to. But Coyote would be just as likely to watch with popcorn as actually help.
And I certainly wasn’t going to involve Sarael.

 

I had to assume we had to escape on our own resources. A question drifted into my mind, though.

 

Where was my dog?