5. Ivar
"I have something to confess." I sighed as Johanna went back outside to help finish with the dishes. She wasn't a slave, and she knew that – she just loved helping. She had finally gotten to be able to walk around enough without horrible coughing fits and light headedness that she wanted to constantly be on the move. Her ankle still hurt her, but she acted like it didn't. she still had trouble bending, but the wound was looking good – it was almost healed. I feared that soon she wouldn't need me anymore and was going to leave me.
"Yes, brother?" Ubbe said putting his drink down.
"I really like her." I sighed. "But I don't know how to convince her to stay now that she's almost healed."
"I don't think you need to convince her, she looks happy with you." Bjorn jutted in. "And you look happy, Ivar. She's done miracles on your mood."
I smiled lightly, looking over to see Sigurd hadn't yet come back in. I hoped he wasn't out there harassing the girls.
We continued to talk lightly for a while longer, I was getting a weird feeling since the girls hadn't come back in yet and neither had Sigurd.
"Where is Johanna?" I asked as the girls came in, they looked at me weird and went to the fire to put water on.
"She went with Sigurd." The one finally spoke. I stood, almost knocking myself over from how hard I pushed myself up.
"What do you mean she went with Sigurd?" I said, fear taking over. What would he want with her? Why would she go with him?
"They talked for a moment, she came in and you said it was true, that she was to go with Sigurd.... They left a while ago."
"Fucking idiot!" Ubbe sighed. "Ivar, we'll find them. Sigurd is just stupid."
"I didn't say she should go with him. I said she should stay away from him! He knew she didn't speak our language! He manipulated her, theres no way she would willingly go with him unless she thought it was an order from me."
"We don't know for sure, he might've just taken her for..." Bjorn tried, not coming up with anything.
"Calm down Ivar." Ubbe said as I started to shake. I grabbed my crutch and walked out – I had to find them. Why would he do this? He knew I would kill him if he harmed her, god I'll kill him just for touching her.
"It's too late now, we will look in the morning." Ubbe said grabbing my arm, stopping me from going further. "Come on, get some rest."
"He hurts her..."
"He won't. he's just being an idiot." Bjorn said. "Come on, have some mead.
