Skule Half-Dansson Crovan
King of All Norway of Sweden and of Denmark
Thoughts on his reign – the mid-latter years, 1300 – 1304
Iceland was so far away and, honestly, so not worth the effort, that I offered Duke Birger official recognition of his liberty in exchange for peace.
He refused.
Then, I offered him official recognition and all of my gold.
He refused again.
Instead, I spend the money to crush the Icelanders. Good plan Rebel Duke!
Now that I’ve had this opportunity to get to know the locals in Iceland, and in many cases stab them and take their chickens, I’ve decided to leave them in their well deserved squalor.
I mean, I can’t keep the place and, after the plundering I just gave it, the dump is just going to rebel anyway.
Bengt of Oland seems to have gone quite mad lately. We were all sitting around the fire, pounding mead last night when he suddenly jumped to his feet, hands clasped to his ears and grimacing as if in pain. Erik jumped up – they were famous friends – and tried to help him. Suddenly, Bengt grabbed Erik by the throat and screamed “GET OUT OF MY HEAD!”
Then he dashed Erik’s head against the fireplace until he expired and ran out of the Great Hall.
Contemplating Erik’s broken body; I came to the only logical conclusion: I must get Bengt on the payroll!
The Very Strange Week in Viken continued in the morning at breakfast. As we were all sitting down to eat, the doors crashed inward.
There stood Audun, dressed in a sack-cloth. A hair shirt visible beneath the tattered rags. On his shoulders, he was carrying a titanic cross and his eyes flashed with a supernatural light. Behind him, a line of irritable diners stretched down the hall. I guess he was moving a little slow with the cross and all.
“I am the Christ,” he announced, “returned with power as was fortold! Follow me, oh great King of the Frozen North! Bring your mightiest warriors, the dread Vikings, the feared Berserkers, your most powerful Huscarls! The Earth itself will tremble as we sail into the Holy Land, crushing the Saracens who dare cross you path! Onward to the Fields of Meggio where, with me by your side, you shall smite the enemies of the Lord and usher in the thousand year reign of the Prince of Peace!”
The look in his eyes compelled me.
I began to rise.
Bengt, who had been trying to squeeze past the messiah and into the breakfast hall without success, suddenly jumped on Audun and stabbed him to death with his breakfast fork.
The spell broken, I stood a moment contemplating the horrors that would have been my crusade. Living in tents. Stifling heat. Inevitable rebellions at home. I quietly thanked Bengt and resumed my seat.
The eggs were delicious.
Erik the Traitor of Uppland accepted my offer to rejoin the realm and assume the same position of subservience that he rebelled against a few years ago.
What could possibly go wrong?
Ingrid the Whore came by Viken Castle today with a little child swaddled in her arms. She told me that if there was not a large chunk of money forthcoming, Mrs. King of Norway would be getting a surprise visit from my newest Bastard Son Ivar.
I asked her for a week’s time to consider how much (or what far away lands!) to offer her.
She agreed.
Bengt had been hanging around during her visit and I saw him follow her out of the castle gates.
I’ve not asked him if he did anything, but I have noticed Ingrid hasn’t come back by, and it has been something like a month.
Well there you have it; Jesus returns and is yet again killed. Only this time by a lunatic drifter living at the court of King Skule. Join us next time when the Great Lords of Norway choose which of Skule’s many bastards to accept as a legitimate heir, a grand tournament is held and more people die on the next exciting episode of