“He’s on a quest to open death’s door!” Tuttugu said, waving his hands to demonstrate how that was the opposite of looking after oneself.
“True.” I handed Tuttugu a leg bone thick with roast pork. “Look at it this way. If he has come to grief he’s saved you a journey of months . . . You can go home to Trond and I’ll wait here for a decent-sized ship to take me to the continent.”
“If you’re not worried about Snorri you might at least be worried about the key.” Tuttugu scowled and took a huge bite from the pig leg.
I raised a brow at that but Tuttugu’s mouth was full and I was too drunk to hold on to any questions I might have.
“Why are you even doing this, Tuttugu?” I ran ale over my loose tongue. “Hunting a door to Hell? Are you planning to follow him in if he finds it?”
Tuttugu swallowed. “I don’t know. If I’m brave enough I will.”
“Why? Because you’re from the same clan? You lived on the slopes of the same fjord? What on earth would possess you to—”
“I knew his wife. I knew his children, Jal. I bounced them on my knee. They called me ‘uncle.’ If a man can let go of that he can let go of anything . . . and then what point is there to his life, what meaning?”
I opened my mouth? but even drunk I hadn’t answers to that. So I lifted my tankard and said nothing.
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Tuttugu stayed long enough to finish my meal and drink my ale, then left to continue his search. One of the beer-girls, Hegga or possibly Hadda, brought another pitcher and the next thing I knew night had settled around me and the landlord had started making loud comments about people getting back to their own homes, or at least paying over the coin for space on his fine boards.
I heaved myself up from the table and staggered off to the latrine. Snorri was sitting in my place when I came back, his brow furrowed, an angry set to his jaw.
“Snolli!” I considered asking where he’d been but realized that if I was too drunk to say his name I’d best just sit down. I sat down.
Tuttugu came through the street doors moments later and spotted us with relief.
“Where have you been?” Like a mother scolding.
“Right here! Oh—” I swivelled around with exaggerated care to look at Snorri.
“Seeking wisdom,” he said, turning to narrow blue eyes in my direction, a dangerous look that managed to sober me up a little. “Finding my enemy.”
“Well that’s never been a problem,” I said. “Wait a while and they’ll come to you.”
“Wisdom?” Tuttugu pulled up a stool. “You’ve been to a v?lva? Which one? I thought we were headed for Skilfar at Beerentoppen?”
“Ekatri.” Snorri poured himself some of my ale. Tuttugu and I said nothing, only watched him. “She was closer.” And into our silence Snorri dropped his tale, and afloat on a sea of cheap beer I saw the story unfold before me as he spoke.
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After leaving me in the dockside tavern Snorri had gone over the supply list with Tuttugu. “You got this, Tutt? I need to go up and see Old Hrothson.”
“Who?” Tuttugu looked up from the slate where Snorri had scratched the runes for salt, dried beef, and the other supplies, together with tally marks to count the quantities.
“Old Hrothson, the chief!”
“Oh.” Tuttugu shrugged. “My first time in Haargfjord. Go, I can haggle with the best of them.”
Snorri slapped Tuttugu’s arm and turned to go.
“Of course even the best haggler needs something to pay with . . .” Tuttugu added.
Snorri fished in the pocket of his winter coat and pulled out a heavy coin, flipping it to Tuttugu.
“Never seen a gold piece that big before.” Tuttugu held it up to his face, so close his nose almost bumped it, the other hand buried in his ginger beard. “What’s that on it? A bell?”
“The great bell of Venice. They say beside the Bay of Sighs you can hear it ring on a stormy night, though it lies fifty fathoms drowned.” Snorri felt in his pocket for another of the coins. “It’s a florin.”
“Great bell of where?” Tuttugu turned the florin over in his hand, entranced by the gleam.
“Venice. Drowned like Atlantis and all the cities beneath the Quiet Sea. It was part of Florence. That’s where they mint these.”
Tuttugu pursed his lips. “I’ll find Jal when I’m done. That’s if I can carry all the change I get after spending this beauty. I’ll meet you there.”