The groom barely noticed. He was too caught up in the moment, in the
caw of seagulls and the felted words of the elder officiating the ceremony.
As formalities were exchanged, their hands remained fastened. The red
ribbon had been woven from the tunic of the groom’s late mother, so that
she might still play a part in the ceremony. Indeed, the groom felt his
mother’s presence there, as both a spectral smudge in the middle distance
and a reassuring solidity around his wrist. His heart swelled, pressing
painfully against the cage of his ribs.
At the bride’s curious insistence, they exchanged weapons instead of
rings. Knives, forged by her brother, the curved silver blades each engraved
with the Valknut. Odin was the groom’s favourite god; he found himself
inexplicably drawn to the interweaving of past, present and future, to the
perpetual knot of life and death and rebirth.
The wizened elder nodded for the groom to utter his vows.
‘By the light of the sun and the power of the gods,’ the groom said, a
marble of emotion rolling in his throat, ‘I pledge to love and honour you
always.’
He drew his sword and touched the jewelled hilt to his bride’s shoulder.
The elder nodded once more, solemn, almost funereal. ‘I believe the
bride has penned her own vows.’
Something strange darted over the elder’s aged face.
Scorn?
The bride shivered. She had been cold since sweating out her
maidenhood in the hot springs the day prior, and the elder’s dispassion was
unsettling.
A breeze picked up, and the sea whipped itself into sharp peaks.
The bride’s voice was low, crystalline, as she spoke to her betrothed.
‘Like the sway of the sea and the tug of the tides, love is a moving, eternal
thing. Let us not be afraid of the wax and the wane, the rise and the fall, the
eternal undertow. Each time our souls meet, let us submerge our bodies in
the bright-blue cold, and let the waves make us anew.’ A tear slid down the
apple of her cheek. ‘I love you, and I have loved you, and I will love you.’
The groom pressed his warm forehead to hers. ‘I love you, and I have
loved you, and I will love you.’
They waited for a few moments, sure they would soon hear the elder’s
blessing of the union. A wave tumbled and fizzed, and a plume of smoke
rose from the fresh-lit fire where the meat would be roasted for the feast.