Gunnar Hakonsson Crovan
King of Norway
Reflections on the later years, 1221-1222
Ale is such an excitable little rascal. Don’t get too big a head little guy! You won’t be owning any of those lands anytime soon. Or ever.
Here we see the Varmland curse in action once more. As a bit of a variation on the theme, it will be a Bishop rebelling instead of an Earl or Duke. As for the rebel being a Crovan, yeah, that’s been done already.
There is an old saying in Norway: “Nothing calms the nerves of the people like brutally executing their populist leaders.”
Oh wait, I was wrong…the saying is “nothing causes violent social revolution like brutally executing populist leaders.” My bad.
The Diocese Bishop was looking very calm and relaxed today. Surprised by this development, I asked him what was going on. Apparently Audun the Mass Murdering Spymaster passed away last night, which was a shame. I was about to turn him loose in Naumadal.
Not content with refusing to pay their proper taxes, the citizenry of Naumadal have decided upon violent revolt and have laid siege to Naumadal Castle. This is not one of the citizenry’s brightest ideas.
Marshal Dag happened to be visiting Naumadal Castle and led the 800 man garrison into the field against the 200-odd besieging peasants. The results were predictable and the surviving rebels in Naumadal decided to go back to griping and hiding their taxes.
Another old Norse saying: “If you want a serf to quit bitching, stab him.”
*sigh* the Naumadalians are really getting on my nerves.
This is Zakariyah Knytling. He is an Arab Catholic, though with a Danish last name. He is also the Duke of Strathclyde, although no one in Scotland even knows he exists. The only people who do know about him are his subjects in the County of Toledo.
He has just embarked on an ambitious empire building scheme in Sweden.
Half-Dan, my diminutive son, is not too pleased to be in Church School. Apparently something in Leviticus says that Dwarfs can’t be priests, so they have given him duties as servant to the Chief Monk. The Chief Monk keeps resting his drinks and spectacles on Half-Dan’s head. He also regularly uses the little man as a living podium and once even as a foot-stool.
Half-Dan tells me he has hunted about the Talmud and the Bible and that a Babylonian King and an Egyptian Pharaoh were both Dwarfs, so maybe, since he is the oldest son, he should get a shot at being king too. I patted the little fellow on the head and pointed out that since both were burning in Hell right now; we probably shouldn’t rush out and copy everything they do.
Then I sent him back off to Church School.