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."Yes," Ben said without even a second's delay."Whoa! We are not mated!" I said, giving him a glare."All I've done iskiss you!""Swive," Eirik said, with a smile that made it pretty darn clear just what he was talking about."I'm not mated to anyone," Imogen said, smiling again at the Viking behind Eirik."Imogen!"Ben growled."Behave yourself.They are ghosts."He shrugged."You are agoddess, you must know best how to do that.""But I'm not a goddess," I protested.Great.Now what do I do? I'm so not a goddess."You don't know how she can release you?" Ben asked as I gave a mental groan.Good idea.I'll ask Tibolt."Whatare your concerns?" Imogenasked, her voice silky as she stroked the Viking's chest."War!"Eirik shouted."Pillage!" another one answered."Women," the ghost Imogen was touching said in a near purr.They smiled again at each other."Oh, for Christ's sake�" Ben muttered to himself.Gotcha.No chest touchies.Ben shot me an outraged look that pretty much told me what he thought of rule number one."I will take care of any needs Fran has," Ben said stiffly.We are so going to have a little talk later, I told him.Yes.Yes, we are.It's about time we have a few things out."Wow.That's a lot of killing.""Hmm."Eirik looked thoughtful.Soren blinked twice,then nodded."A Viking ghost.OK.How long will he be here?"He shrugged one shoulder."It could start a new fashion trend."Soren snickered."You just say that because she insists you're the reincarnation of Cleopatra.""Hey, you don't have to say that in such a disbelieving tone," I said."I could be Cleopatra!""I don't believe in reincarnation," he said, smiling at me."He's in for a surprise," I said, smiling."Ja.Big surprise."Soren looked up as his father and my mother walked over to us."Called away bywho ?" I asked, throwing grammar rules to the wind."Three days from now?" he asked, smiling."Let's hear the name of that Welsh place again," he said, his eyes going almost golden."It's Tesla," Soren said, limping toward me, a lead rope in his hand.Chapter Five"Someone took this off," Ben said, fingering the open buckles."It didn't come off on its own.""Do you see?" Soren asked as he puffed his way up to us."He was taken,ja ?""I don't think this is a horsenapper," I said, focusing on hobble."Different as in not human.""What?" Soren asked, his mouth hanging open."Not human? You mean like a ghost?""I don't know what he is, other than he doesn't have any feeling whatsoever.""No feelings?" Soren frowned."Or heavily shielded," Ben said, looking thoughtful."Thereare people whoare able to block themselves completely.Mages and the like.""Mages?"I looked down at the hobble."Mikaela said Tibolt was a mage.""Diviner?Not that I know of.""Hmm.Perhaps there's one nearby we can ask for help."I made a face at the helmet Ben held in his hand.Life is kinda weird that way.Life just got a whole lot weirder."Hi, Des.About the regression�could we do it another time? I'm a bit busy right now."Ben laughed in my head.Oh! She didn't just say that!Fran?Hmm?Are you seriously jealous of Desdemona, or are you ragging me a little?What do you think?This time I let him feel my smile.Goodnight, Ben, I said, laughing into his head.Thank you for looking for Tesla.Sleep well, sweet Fran, he answered, and I give in and had a lovely sigh of happiness over him.Which just goes to show you I'mnot clairvoyant in any way.Chapter Six"Then what is that doing in here?" I pointed to the ax.He looked a bit abashed."Brutta!"Finnvid shouted, and leaped past me to scoop her up."Spritfest?""Drinking party."Mikaela kicked Finnvid in his happy zone.He doubled over and fell to the ground."No picking up women.""In fact, no picking up anyone!""Hail, Ljot," Eirik called to his buddy."The goddess is giving us orders."The Vikings yelled their war cry.I squatted next to Soren and asked him if he was OK."Yes, I'm fine.Just a little windy," he said, rubbing his ribs."I can geld stallions with just one hand," one of the Vikings said.The others looked impressed."Ew!"I said, giving him a glare."I don't know who you are�""His name is Isleif," Eirik said helpfully, strolling over to stand next to me.Eirik raised an eyebrow."You'll what?""What is she talking about?" one of the shorter Vikings asked another."We're supposed to be good," the second Viking answered with a disgusted look on his face."That sucks," the first answered.I raised an eyebrow at him."Sucks?"The Vikings looked disappointed, a couple of them pouting, but they did as I asked."A thing?"Eirik frowned, scratching his chin with the handle of his sword."What sort of thing?"I sighed."Yes, I'm going on a date, a real date
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