Guthorm watched the hands going up and down, up and down and in that movement, he felt the weight of the couple's love measured against the joys of freedom. He knew full well what Lucien felt for Alysia. The man had gone through torment thinking on her at sea, wrestling with his private struggles as the waves sprayed up over the prow. He had seen that struggle in the barrister-staersman's eyes. The Norskmann wondered how they could fall in love, being so different and her being....being...so Different.
He could not guess. And so, as time stretched out in the rising and falling of hands, he felt his own measure of love for Aethelstan, his woman, and he felt the weight of his own freedom...both trying to find a balance. Gods, he needed that Freedom! He thirsted for freedom of Movement, the freedom of meeting and following his fate, untethered, wild, strong, joyful, defiant to the day of his doom. This is what men were born to live for! The very thrill of danger was woven into every bone and muscle of him! It swelled the strong heart in his chest and compelled him to Move!
He tossed his head, bearlike, agitated, and Lucien's hands weighed up and down, up and down....
...Women so often got in the way. They were, by nature, confining. What woman would not try to talk her man out of keeping danger as his closest friend? What woman would not argue to keep her man at home and safe when he had the need to fight and conquer the Fates?
He knew the answer. Marriage gave a woman that right over a man. To argue. To hold on. To interfere. He had seen it so often before. Tightfisted, selfish, jealous women who marched into taverns, hands on hips, looking for their men, wanting to reel them back, making demands of them in public as if they owned them as servants, and never even trying to understand what Drives a man...what makes him Alive!
But.....on the other hand.....there was a need for the undeniable sweetness of a woman, too...
"Hmm. That's a tough decision,". Lucien's voice cut into thoughts. "I don't think you'd believe me...you'd call me a liar outright."
"Mm." The Norskmann nodded and answered Lucien's amused grin with a faintly disoriented one of his own.
"Until my last dying breath leaves this body, I want to be with her." Lucien was fully smiling now.
I want to be with her...I want to be with her....Oh, ja, ja....he knew That feeling as well. When he thought about Aethelstan's smile, her gentle ways, her voice and hands...ohhhhh, gods....he Wanted all that, too. He wanted her Care...he wanted her Love, and he wanted her to have his. He would rip the head right off anyone's, or any thing's body who tried to hurt her. That feeling was as fierce as any he had for the sea and the salt wind....
He turned shifty eyes on Lucien to focus as the man leaned forward and spoke again. "Will you do us the honor, Captain?"
He let a moment pass silent, time for time to catch up to two men sitting over a forgotten breakfast. Lucien was a great friend, and the Norskmann was a commander of ships, and a war leader. He bore responsibility hard and he bore it well. Before he would send Lucien into marriage, he needed to ask questions.
"I might."
The involuntary sliding of his gaze bounced slightly sidelong and past Lucien's easy smile. It was here he could see the man's reaction most clearly. "But before I give you my decision, I would talk with Her. I must know where Her measure lies."