accurate. Calendars have changed and, besides, all we
really have to go on are dates made up hundreds of years later
by the men who wrote the apocryphal Gospels.’
‘Precisely, Doctor. Whereas here,
tonight, the comet marks the equinox, so neatly recorded on that
rune stone in the British Museum. These Vikings are such
wonderful people. Do you know they wash once a week?’
‘Could have fooled me,’ muttered
Jo.
‘And now, Doctor, you’re here.
You join me just as I planned. So nice of you to turn up to
order. Because I need you, Doctor. Or, rather, I need your
ship.’
‘Something wrong with yours, old
boy?’
‘Not at all. It’s quite well.
I’ve been making lots of trips in it. Finding warriors for
Njord. He’s most impressed. So is Odin, and that’s why I need
your TARDIS. I’m giving it to him.’
‘And Njord’s men have already
relieved me of the key, along with my screwdriver. I can guess
what you want in return.’
‘Quite right, Doctor. Odin and I
have made a bargain. He wants a ship just like mine. And he will
get one in return for the Nexus. The Spear of Destiny.’
‘But he can’t operate the
TARDIS.’
‘No, but then he doesn’t know
that, does he?’
‘And meanwhile you’ve set the
Aesir and the Vanir at each other’s throats, pushing them
towards war, while you’ve been cooking up your own little
plans.’
‘Now will you admit how stupid
you’ve been, Doctor?’
The Doctor said nothing, but
clenched his jaw and stared at the wall of the hut.
‘It gets worse, I’m afraid,’ said
the Master. ‘You see, I’ve told Odin all about you. Both of you.
He was very interested to hear about the Doctor, some sort of
magician, or wizard. And his young and attractive assistant. So
you’re to be made guests of honour. Tonight. At the blessing. In
fact you could say you’ll be the main attraction.’
He turned to go, then hesitated.
‘I do have a few problems with the Vikings, though,’ he said. ‘I
quite clearly told them to put you in different huts. And now
here you are together. I’ll send someone to separate you. Miss
Grant, Doctor, goodnight.’ And with that he ducked out of the
low door and was gone.
‘We have to escape,’ whispered
the Doctor.
‘Now?’
‘No, after we’ve been separated.
That will buy us some time. If you get free, find the TARDIS.
It’s here somewhere. Close by, I’m sure.’
‘But how will I escape? How will
you escape for that matter?’
‘I’m more of a thief than you
imagine me to be. While I was talking to Njord I pinched a
couple of knives. Can you reach my right-hand pocket?’
Jo squirmed and managed to find a
knife in the Doctor’s jacket.
‘As long as they don’t search
us,’ said the Doctor, ‘we’ll be fine. As soon as you’re tied up
again, get yourself free. Find the TARDIS.’
‘And what are you going to
do?’
‘I’m going to talk to
Odin.’
‘Oh,’ said Jo. ‘Fine. But what’s
the big hurry? The Master said we’ll see him tonight, anyway, at
the blessing. That doesn’t sound so bad.’
‘Jo, you should know your own
language better. A blessing isn’t what you think it is. It comes
from an ancient Norse dialect, in which to bless means to
sacrifice. We’re to be the sacrifice at tonight’s
ceremony.’
11
The Doctor made his way out of
Njord’s settlement towards the river and the temple, and, beyond
it, Odin’s village.
He moved quietly and, though the
night should have been dark with the last quarter of the month’s
moon dying overhead, the sky was lit by an eerie glow. Looking
up, he saw the comet in the sky and knew how much store the
Vikings put against such portents: the perfect moment for Odin
to make a sacrifice to ensure victory in the war that everyone
knew was brewing.
He hurried onwards, down the
slope, through the trees and across the river. In the gloom,