"All boys, no girls. What will we do for names?" he asked his daughter.

Katia kissed the first babe on the head and let out a loud, disappointed sigh. "I will ask my mother in the morn. She is very good at naming grandpa's horses."

He roared with laughter, kissing his smart daughter on the cheek, startling the babies, causing them to howl, which ignited a thunder of laughter and cheers from his people.

His arms and heart had never been so full. In the stairwell were four people whom he would die for and never wanted to live without. And then there was one other, his wife, who had given him so much and demanded so little in return.

From the moment he'd laid eyes on Lida, she had possessed him, burdening him by owning every waking hour of his thoughts.

She had conquered him.

Hours later, with both babes resting in his arms, Magnus sat staring at his sleeping wife.

His father had taught him that love was a weakness. It crumbled kingdoms and destroyed men. It was untamable and changed with the wind. "Stay away from it," his father had advised. Sons and brothers were the only rock upon which to build your kingdom's foundation. Women were to keep you warm on cold nights and bear you sons. His father had been the bravest, wisest man Magnus had ever known, and this night, he realized his father had been a moron-vain, blind, and even sad.

Everything he had ever known and held true, swept away in a single event.

With the summer solstice a week away, Lida's life had become blissful, filled with sweetness, the days wrapped up together in a sleepless fog. "Erkki Magnuson and Altti Magnuson," she said, gazing down at their bed. Both month-old babes lay in naught but their nappies, wiggling their fingers and toes in the air.

"Aquilinus and Brutus Magnuson," her husband said firmly.

"Not while I draw breath. Ransu and Saku."

Her husband groaned in disgust. "Nero and Titus," he offered with confidence.

She exaggerated rolling her eyes. "Vilhelm and Mathias."

"Do you have no natural feeling for your sons, wife? Maximus and Felix." He raised his chin with a strict authority, which she thought was darling.

"What is it with Roman names? They are sons of Norrland, not the southern realm. Max Magnuson, truly? He would sound like a cad." Lida turned up her nose. "Not for my son."

"You judge me when you offer Saku and Ransu Magnuson? I might as well fit them for their gowns and be done with it."

The corner of her husband's mouth turned up and the mischevious twinkle in his eye that she loved returned. They both started to laugh as they gazed adoringly on their sons, who lay unnamed and quickly falling asleep before their eyes.

"Haukka and Stl Magnuson," Lida suggested, which earned her a long pause and an eyebrow arch of contemplation from her husband. Could these be the winners?

"We could pick a name from your family, one of your brothers."

She felt a strong tug from inside her heart. Magnus was like this with her all the time in private-sweet, tender, obliging. He cared about her. Perhaps more than cared. "Svin and Peter are taken by two nice men. These babes will be men of adventure, of the north. They need strong names to suit."

"Hk and Stl." He folded her into his arms and kissed her, pulling her to his lap, lacing his fingers into her hair . . . oh, how she lost herself when he held her head, massaging her scalp. He kissed her so thoroughly that she felt it in her toes. His rough, calloused hands moved to her back and backside, caressing her, examining her returning form. When he pressed his hand upon her saggy stomach, she shrank away, abashed, breaking off the kiss and pushing off of his lap.

He would not release her.

"Why?" he groaned hungrily in her ear.

"Because I am not ready for more," she said, although that was not entirely true.

"I ask not for more. I want you here," he said into her ear.

She gulped. "I am . . . not ready. Soon-" She stopped speaking as he pressed his hand to the loose, soft skin of her belly.

"What must it have felt like to have them both in there?" His question hung unanswered as the seconds passed silently between them. "Your body is miraculous. What has man made? A ship, a fortress, a sword. You made them. You made them right here." He kissed down her neck as he whispered. "This place here." He gently rubbed his hand back and forth across her stomach.

She became undone, flinging her arms around his neck and pressing herself to him. She wanted to sink right into his skin. Their children had united them and bound them to each other's hearts.

He did not know it yet, but Lida knew it. He loved her.

Perhaps he was only a little bit in love, perhaps only for this magical time after their sons' birth, but it was real. She felt it. She forgot about her ugly, stretched-out stomach after that day. She would remember this feeling of love and adoration that poured from his hands into her body.

At three months of age, his sons ruled over Tronscar with unmerciful power. Time passed for Magnus in a rapturous haze.

Tero sat across the table from Magnus in his council chamber, waiting on the jarl's reply. They needed to respond to the latest correspondence from the king, and Magnus's frustration was mounting. Twice they had informed his cousin that they would send ships and weapons, yet Magnus would not command them himself this year. His cousin had not been pleased.

"Master," Tero sighed, "he solely wishes to show a display of force and strength. He has no intent of making war with the Danes. Your-"

"No longer relevant. My mother's line no longer holds power. My standing next to the king will mean nothing to this new Danish king." Magnus yawned. "Tero, why did you not warn me of how exhausting fatherhood was?"

"I humbly suggest that you would have disregarded my council had I informed you that infants sleep odd hours," Tero replied. "As for the king, having you at his side is a visible reminder to the Danes that past alliances were honored. With the addition of your fleet of ships, you will be a great asset to your cousin."

"The problem here, Tero, is that I no longer care to be his asset. I have earned spending one summer on my own lands. Aleksi and Dag are enough to show strength if it is only a display that is needed."

"I beg your pardon, my jarl." Mikko stood at the open doorway, sweating. "Riders approach. They carry the banners of the king."

"Ugh." Magnus's head dropped to the table.

The twins were giving him no rest, but he could not bring himself to force Lida to accept more help. She insisted on doing everything herself, spurring him headlong into sleepless insanity. He was in no condition to deal with his overly ambitious, high-handed cousin.

"Tero, go above stairs and tell my wife . . . no, wait, I shall go. You inform the kitchen." He dragged himself to the door. "Tero, find my wife a wet nurse. Someone she will accept this time."

"I have sent every maid, master-"

"Keep sending them until she lets one of them stay. I need to get some sleep if I am to deal with the king."

Katia had begged Lida to come out to the stables to see the new kittens and colts. Her sons had been fed and tucked in for a long nap, so she had Brita help braid her hair and was relieved that she was able to fit into her favorite yellow gown. Her breasts strained against the fine fabric, but other than that, she was pleasantly surprised by how normal it felt to be back in regular clothes.

It was wonderful to walk to the village on such a bright, sunny day. The summer grasses were high, releasing a sweet, dry scent.

"Mama, when my brothers are bigger, can they sleep in my chamber? Lika will watch over them so they do not sneak away. She is very smart, Mama."

"My love, you are an excellent big sister, but the babes are not your responsibility. I will be the mother, and you set your mind to learning and having fun." She hugged her daughter tight into her side.

"I can do all that and still hold one of the boys." Katia grinned, skipping at her side. "You can hold the other."

Feeling refreshed and lighthearted, Lida reentered the great hall, which was a sea of commotion.

"Friherrinna Lida." Ragna rushed forward. "The jarl has been looking for you. He is above stairs."

"What has happened?" Lida asked, sure that something must be wrong.

"The king approaches. He will be in Tronscar within the hour." Ragna spun around and rushed off, no doubt to see to her innumerable amount of chores.

"We had best hurry, Katia. The jarl may have assignments for us as well."

As they reached their floor, Lida could hear Stl calling out to her for his next feed. Her breasts tingled and began to leak in answer to her crying child. She quickened her step.

At the doorway, she gasped in horror at the sight of Ylva's large, round breasts, which lay bare before her husband.

Ylva paled, her hand clasping her bosom.

Chapter 23.

Her husband gave Hk to Ylva, and her babe, the traitor, instantly latched on to the offered nipple. He should be attached to her, not some other woman! He was her babe.

"Wife, calm yourself. Ylva is here to satisfy Hk, and you will see to Stl. Arrange yourself. Your son is hungry." Resting against Magnus's shoulder, Stl wailed louder.

Lida quickly settled Stl to purpose and Katia sat next to Hk, stroking his blond, spiky hair as he drank from Ylva.

Lida tried to bite her tongue. She wanted to be silent and argue with her husband later, in private, but she could not hold herself back. "Magnus, this is not necessary. Brita or Rakel should have come retrieve me sooner. They both knew where I was." She tried to speak without vexation in her tone, but alas, sometimes it cannot be helped.

"Lida, I brought Ylva here. She has been serving as a wet nurse to Sigurd's wife for the past few months. Their child is now weaned. I thought to bring her here to see how the boys would take to her."

"Magnus," Lida hissed and jerked her head sideways, silently beseeching him to come sit next to her. "This is not your decision. 'Tis mine. They are my sons and I will not have them attached to some other woman's flesh. They are mine!" she whisper-shouted. He smiled at her, stroked her cheek with the back of his knuckles and kissed her head like she was a foolish child. "This is not a game, husband. Get my babe off her breast before I-"

"Shush. You upset Stl. See, he is starting to choke." He ran his hand down Stl's back. Her milk was flowing so quickly that her babe could not keep up. Milk was leaking out the sides of his plump lips. She breathed deep, forcing herself to be calm.

"You have done a fine job, wife. Our sons grow strong. I shall not insist you stop feeding them, but I am insisting that you have Ylva assist for a few nights. She will sleep in the chamber across from Katia. For a part of the night, she will keep the boys with her. Brita will stay with her. After a few nights, we will decide if we should continue the arrangement." Her husband had stopped stroking Stl's back and had started stroking hers. He did not fight fair. When he was affectionate with her, it made it impossible to say no.

"I do not like it, Magnus. They are mine."

"Aye, and you all are mine," he said into her ear. "Let Ylva help us for a few hours in the night and you and I will both sleep. Do you remember what sleep feels like, Lida? 'Tis very"-he kissed behind her ear-"very"-another kiss-"very nice." Lida was a puddle of quivering nerves.

Knowing he had won and clearly proud of himself, Magnus stood.

"You look very becoming today, wife. That gown is . . ." He made a playful growling noise. "The king will envy me. Perhaps I should hide you above stairs." He smirked, something he never used to do, but that he now used as a weapon to get whatever suited him.

"Why did you not tell me the king was expected? I would have overseen a few finishes in the hall."

"He was not expected. I have been avoiding him for months. But he is an impatient hound who does not understand the meaning of the word 'nay.'"

"Sounds strikingly familiar to someone I am acquainted with," she said. He appeared not to hear her, distracted by ogling her breast, where their son still fed. She ached for her husband's touch, but with no sleep or time alone, they had not yet resumed relations. Perhaps Ylva looking after the boys for a few hours was not a terrible idea. She licked her lip, and he traced a finger across the top of her breast. They needed to stop this. Katia and the maids were watching. She shook her head, attempting to knock loose the lustful feelings. "Why have you said 'no' to the king visiting?"

"Not 'no' to him coming to Tronscar. 'No' to me departing." He reached down for Stl, who had finished his meal, and placed the babe on his shoulder to burp. When Magnus held their sons, helping in their care, she often became weepy.

"And you had not wanted to leave us?" she whispered.

He answered her question by kissing Stl's head. Stl burped loudly. "That's my son." He chuckled. "We will have to endure feasting with my relatives for a few nights. We will need all your female servants to help us when we're needed below. Do you think you will be up to it, my queen?" He winked at her. Katia carried over Hk. "And you as well, little mother," he said to her daughter. "Will you charm the king for me? Do you speak any Danish? That would please him; all he writes to me about is Denmark."

"Selvflgelig," her daughter replied in Danish without skipping a beat.

Her husband roared with laughter, startling the babes. "Is there a tongue you do not know?" he asked Katia.

"The Saxon tongue is tricky. And my grandma said the Slavic tongue is from the devil, so she never taught me that one."

"How many tongues does your mother speak?" he asked Lida, sounding more serious.

"I do not know," she answered. "I never held an interest in languages, as Katia does."

"Why does a farmer's wife learn so many tongues?" he asked.

"She is Swedish, remember? Garamar Stan, or someplace." Lida patted Hk's back.

"Where exactly?" he asked.

"I do not remember. She never liked to talk much about her homeland. She taught me songs and . . ." She choked up, overwhelmed by missing her mother, who would be so proud of her for birthing these two beautiful boys.

"My mama is sad, Jarl Magnus. She misses her mama," her daughter explained.

"Aye," he said. "Perhaps when the boys have grown some we might make a voyage to Turku. Would you like that, Katia?"

"Oh, aye. I miss my cat, and Grandma has never met Lika, or Brita, or Rakel-"

"Or your brothers," Lida reminded her.

"Or your Hk, Jarl Magnus. Can Hk come too?" Katia hopped up and down.

"Perhaps, if you ask him." Her husband returned her daughter's smile. "He does not come along when I ask, but he seems to like you more. I must speak to Tero and Hakon. Will you all join me below stairs in a few hours?" he asked. His eyes were warm and inviting, returning Lida's thoughts to tonight and the prospect of being alone in bed with him.

"I will see you tonight." Her heart beat faster, her stomach fluttered with building desire. Magnus kissed her firmly on the mouth and placed Stl back in her arms.

The simplest words or touch from him set her on fire.

As her husband marched out of the chamber, Katia started to giggle.