Chapter 6: The dragon awakes
Indeed, the ladies rule with iron hands. Young duke Zethar – still weak and softish – is taught by them in private. His mother learns him how to command and allocate the servants; chancellor Cecilia Knytling teaches him how to deal with foreign ambassadors (kick them out with a friendly smile); steward Anaguist de Seagrave shows him how to grub coins; spymaster Gunhild av Herjedalen instills the art of lying and betraying into Zethar. The anglosaxon lady Eadgyth teaches Zethar the history of Britannia, and the shameless lady Oncenedl teaches him the pillow game …
The court earnt a lot of respect after subjugating the French. But the cornish people are less impressed – especially the burghers. They dislike the “girls’ economy”, the high tolls, the extravagant imports of silken gowns which they ladies prefer to the woolen dresses of Cornwall. They start to oppose the court, and even battle for the abolition of the feudal contract. Of couse, Cristina O’Marr denies their wants … and
a harsh rebellion begins.
At March 16th 1148, the court commemorates the 7th obit of
Cadan Cerniw, first son of Gwynek and Cristina, brother to Zethar. The ladies are dressed in black, and Tintagel castle is filled with mourning. Until now, the murderer of Cadan the Promising is unknown.
“I wish he would be still alive”, Cristina cries in her bedchamber.
“He was so much stronger than Zethar … full of hopes and ambitions! I promise, one day I will find his annihilator. He will suffer … he will suffer much more than Cadan did.”
She looks at the wall, to a picture of her missing husband. He has abdicted more ten years ago, and since then, Cristina has never heard a word from him … just rumours and cock-and-bull-stories. Some people claimed to have seen him in Ireland, at the Pendragon court. Others told that Gwynek has died years ago. She doesn’t know for sure. But her heart is still bleeding while watching the picture.
“Why did you leave me?”, she murmers.
”You were not here when the ‘Lidless’ shut me in my chambers! You were not here when marshal Piran became more and more eager! Where are you, Gwynek?”
Without any hope, she calls for the messengers. Some of them has returned from Ireland recently … with outstanding news.
Clydno Dragonborn, son of Kaye Pendragon, has started a
bloody campaign against his Irish neighbours. Without warning, the pagan lord has attacked the county of
Tir Eoghain. The irish lords call their allies for help – the Welsh. But never tease a dragon … remember that he can fly!
Clydno and his pagan warriors cross the Irish sea. They take
Chester (owned by the Welsh), and a second army invades
Gwent in the south of Wales. Cruesome tales are heard … of christian monks who are butchered in the streets, of crosses and altars which are demolished by the fierce men of Ulaid. The English island is shocked by the pagan invasion, which ends with a degrading peace contract between Ulaid, Tir Eoghain and Wales: Chester and Gwent are given to the pagans ...
The dragon has awaken!
For a second, the anglosaxon, norman and norse counts and dukes disrupt their struggles. The pagans must be stopped! The English king tries to form an alliance against Clydno Dragonborn – and his ambassadors at Tintagel seem to be friendlier than ever. They fear that Cornwall might ally with the Dragonborn, who shares the cornish culture and language.
But there is also treachery: the vassal-lord
Piran de Greystoc, count of Druz, declares inpendence from Cornwall under the cloak of the pagan invasion. He writes a barfaced letter to Cristina, arguing that Cornwall has backed the pagan tendencies and that it can no longer protect his province against the heathens.
Additionally, Piran heralds his marriage with
Dywana Cerniw, a granddaughter of ‘The Lidless’ – which is a broad affront to the ladies.
”We have to be careful”, chancellor Cecilia says at the next court session.
”Clydno Dragonborn might try to sack Cornwall, as he did with Gwent. And Piran’s ambitions are clear: he wants to dispossess the Cerniw clan. One must stop him.”
”We must stop him”, spymaster Gunhild says.
“Piran might reside thousand miles away, but he is still dangerous. I could send one of my loyal poisoners …”
“Not yet”, Cristina answers.
”A failed plot will ruin Zethar’s prestige. We first have to deal with the Dragonborn. Zethar fears the pagans a lot …”
”I can confirm that”, Oncenedl leers.
”Our young lord even weeps in his dreams and talks about dragons who crush his head … it is very difficult to calm Zethar when he is in this condition.”
”No details, please”, the duke’s mother rails.
”And no word to Zethar about this discussion. We don’t need to disconcern him.”
During the next months, Cristina sends some messengers to Ulaid in Ireland. She wants to get sure that the Dragonborn does not intend to attack Cornwall. But none of the messengers returns. And the people whisper that in Gwent all christians are forced to convert to paganism … and that they are sacrified, if they don’t obey. Some even state that Clydno himself is able to turn into a dragon …
that he is a shape-changer.
One day, a bearded and grey-haired
messenger from Ulaid appears at the court. He desires to speak to Cristina … just to her. Being persistent, he finally is brought to the count’s mother.
”What does your lord Clydno want?”, Cristina asks grumbly.
”I have sent dozens of men to his court … he was not willing to react. His effrontery is not acceptable for the proud people of Cornwall.”
“Proud you are, mylady”, the grey-haired answers,
“and tough and beautiful. But you are not Cornish by birth. You don’t understand the roots of Cornishness … as my lord Clydno does.”
Cristina O’Marr is flabbergested by his answer. At first, she wants to call the guard to arrest and flog the stranger. But then she stops, puzzled by his voice. It sounds familiar … and his face … and his eyes …
”My lord Clydno does not intend to attack Cornwall”, they grey-haired continues.
”Cornish blood shall never fight cornish blood … whether it belongs to the papal church or to the old gods of Cornwall. The Dragonbound offers you an eternal peace … and to keep it, I will serve as your marshal.”
Cristina frowns.
”My … marshal? Are you mad, stranger?”, Cristina
He strips off his dirty cape.
”Due to your safety … and to the safety of our young duke Zethar. We lost one son to unknown forces, Cristina. Zethar shall not be harmed by anyone.”
And suddenly, Cristina identifies the strange man.
”Gwynek!”, she exclaims, breathless with amazement.
”My darling … my … oh my god …”
And she looses her consciousness.
The Apostate is back.