Magnus did the same, then took his place on the sea chest he’d claimed. As soon as the order was given, he began to row, and the ship moved slowly away from the dock. As they glided down river, Magnus knew the thrill of beginning a voyage. But this time it was tempered by his unease over what would happen on this journey, as well his awareness of the Irishwoman and her companions, crowded into the dank, dark hold below deck. He’d thought Croa would have the women brought above deck before the ship set out, but perhaps Croa was waiting until they were well away from the longphort and out to sea to free his captives from their unpleasant prison. Magnus savored the idea of seeing Ailinn’s lovely face once again. Getting a glimpse of her would quell the doubts and worries gnawing at him. He couldn’t help wondering why he was completely altering the direction of his life for a woman he scarcely knew. What had happened to his dream of having his own ship some day? He told himself he hadn’t given up his dream, but was merely putting it off for a time.
