Chapter 7: A Swedish Theocracy
As Armas turns 12, he begins to hold court himself, although his mind still tends to wander. More and more news has been reaching the Estonians of the lands of the Germans, and more importantly, the expansion of it. The Germans have marched west and taken land from the 'French', apparently a distant kin of the Normans of Prussia. Tales tell of a massive empire several times larger and stronger than even Kiev.
The messengers and spies tell their tales, of the German hordes who will lovingly smash the Estonians if they had the chance, and Armas gets a sinking feeling in his gut. He doesn't want to fight these Germans, he doesn't want to fight anything. Armas sinks into his chair and orders the messengers away after a short time, for he has heard enough.
Armas leaves soon after, hiding in his room for fear of the Germans. Tuula enters soon after, talking to the young boy.
“But I don't want to fight Germans!” Armas cries, pushing himself under his covers. The old woman shakes her head and tsks.
“The Germans are nothing but children, fighting among each other more than anyone else.”
“But there's so many!”
“They're children. You've fought children before, remember when you fought the blacksmith's son? If you can't fight a little German, how can you expect to fight the castle children?” Armas remembers the fight and raises his head, refusing to believe he couldn't beat the other children in a fight. If the German's were as bad fighters as they were, what did he have to fear?
Armas feels better and Tuula takes him to the kitchens for a snack. Armas leaves with his sweet roll and Tuula coerces the cook to give her several for herself. Armas is well away when Tuula begins choking on her treat, and only learns that his guardian had died an hour or so later.
One of the Robin's soon takes charge of the lad, but he is nowhere near as bright as Tuula was. The hag will be missed.
However, the new guardian has some uses that Tuula was never capable of, and soon takes Robin out to learn swordplay, hoping to channel his angry energy.
Robin may be an old cripple, but the sword is simply an extension of the man's arm, and for all of Armas's rage he can not even hope to best the man in a fight. Armas constantly tries to knock the man off of his balance, attempting kicks at his wooden leg and swings at his thigh, but Robin easily deflects every blow and sends the boy on his ass every time.
But he is learning.
As the two return to court, Robin without a bead of sweat and Armas panting from the effort, they meet a series of scouts from the south and east. The fight thing he hears ends with Armas clenching his teeth, the Germans are in Estonia.
The foolish Pruthenians have tried a desperate attack on the Prussians to take their land back. They underestimated the unity of the Catholics, and the Germans have marched to their aid. The Pruthenians had little hope to defeat the massive armies of the Germans, and after throwing the Pruthenian armies from Prussia, the Germans have marched through Estonia to finish them off.
The other scout tells of the fall of Cherginov. The Kievans have taken the rest of the Rurikovichian lands, and the Kievans now look outward. They are thankfully held back by the ambitions of the Cumanians who have recently invaded Kievan lands, but no matter who wins that war, Estonia is a likely target for the Kievan-Rus.
Between the Kievans and the Germans, Estonia seems to be swarmed by Christians. Even to Armas, it seems the question of whether they shall fight the Christ-god or bow to him will be one they'll have to answer soon.
The final messenger comes from the Finns. One of the chief's concubines has passed away. Maija, last of the Nyen.
The Nyen, once friends, then enemies, then guardians of the Parnish rulers have now been extinguished. A footnote on the history of Estonia-Finland no doubt, but still one worth notice.
The court is solemn, as if in rest, until Shukshtoroyka turns 16, a great cause for celebration. She may look different than the other Parnish siblings, but she is still a Parn and shall be celebrated as one. She is a kind girl, who has taken to the sword despite her gender and frailty
She developed quite... well, compared to the young Armas. There are murmurs of the court, many wondering why Armas could not be as kind her brave as his weak older sister.
Despite the attempts to hide it, Armas can hear the muttering in the halls of his keep. He knows he is not as quick of wit or strong of character as his sister. Instead of becoming angry like he normally does, he becomes a bit more reserved, admitting that at the end of the day, he might not be the better child.
Despite this, he works to become as good as his sister. Not only does he admit his faults, he works to improve himself as well, constantly doing homework and practicing hard with Robin.
The rumors stop suddenly when his sister is found in bed, passed away. Shukshtoroyka has always been sick due to her frailness, but this comes to a surprise to many. Armas is inconsolable for quite some time. Both parents and his sister are now gone. The only other Parns are his brother and the heathen Balts in Livonia.
He wonders if the curse will ever claim him. He prays to the spirits to let him see an end when he is old, unlike all the others who have come before him. Not long after his sister's death, Armas turns 16. Celebrations are had for his coming to adulthood, but they seem forced. The north is falling to the Christians, the Parns are cut down like wheat to a scythe, and the future remains uncertain.
Armas himself has shown improvement, but he still lacks any real skill in diplomacy or with numbers. He is more good with spending money than using it, and otherwise his greatest skill is with a sword.
All in all, he's a near spitting image of the late Andyamo.
Now that he's of age, the first order of business for the now adult King Armas is to find a wife. The best candidate is brought forth and... well...
She's a Balt. However, she's also known across the realm as a genius, and Armas hopes some of her brains will move on to their children. He isn't particularly diligent in his faith, and cares little for the fact that his wife worships a different god than he does.
With Armas now in charge of the realm, he is eager to show his worth. Armas is a warrior without a war, and he gazes hungrily south.
After a short meeting with his generals, two wars are declared. The Balts shall be pushed from the rightful lands of the Kingdom of Estonia, and this requires wars with the Parnish Livonians and the Pruthenians. The Pruthenians have yet to recover from their war with the Prussians, and the Livonians are small. It is wrong to invade a family members holdings Armas knows, but it is for glory!
The Pruthenians call in their Pecheneg comrades, and both sides beg the aid of every last surviving Balt leader in desperation. The Estonians are prepared for the war however, while the Pruthenians are disorganized and scattered. The Pruthenians are crushed and the Livonians shortly after, and Armas hopes to besiege their keeps before their allies can move their men north.
As he sits in camp with his men, besieging the Livonian city of Jersika, a strange man enters the camp. He wears long robes of white and gold, and scurries away from the glares of the surrounding Estonian-Finnish soldiers. He is admitted into the King's tent soon after, and seems much more happy to be away from the crowds of warriors.
When in the tent, Armas leans back in his chair and tells the man to speak. The preacher, Thorvald, introduces himself as a servant of the Cardinal Halsten of Sweden. He tells Armas of the sins he has committed, and his need to follow the Christ-god's will. Armas is rather busy fighting a war, and is intrigued by the first Christian to enter his realm on good terms.
His guard's glare at the rapidly shrinking preacher who seems to be withering under Armas's stare. The man realizes that walking into a camp full of angry heathens may not have been the best idea, and begins sputtering some sort of apology before realizing it's useless, for Armas's decision will change no matter what. After some time, Armas leans forward, his chin wresting on his palm, and asks the man to tell him more. It is good to know one's enemy, after all. The preacher sighs in relief.
After a long series of debates and questions, Armas sends the preacher off to the man's own tent, deciding to allow the man to live. Soon after, a rider enters the camp, informing Armas that his wife had collapsed while receiving guests several nights before and had not since woken up.
Armas hardly knew the woman and was rather accustomed to losing loved ones. He cursed and sighed, though he was more disappointed at his lack of heirs. He soon orders his councilor to find a new wife for him before getting back to the siege.
Several days later, the councilor informs him he found a suitable girl. She is a Slav of the Obotrites, but she is nearly of an age with Armas and is renowned for the width of her hips, clearly a suitable woman for a man needing heirs. Armas agrees with his councilor and orders a message sent to the girls father. For now, a betrothal will have to do, but the girl's birthday would be soon.
It seems the spirit's favor the match, for they soon bless Armas with victory. The defenders of Jersika soon surrender, and Armas's warriors swarm the city and the remaining holdings. Armas is named the High Chief of Livonia the next day, and his aunt Elyuva curses his name just before she bows before him.
Now for the Pruthenians.
As he marches back north, his army runs across a Gotlander trading caravan. Armas has their leader brought to him to bring him news from their land, and is surprised by what he hears.
Cardinal Halsten, master of the preacher Thorvald, has usurped control of the Kingdom of Sweden. He has proclaimed the land a 'theocracy', and claims it is now a land of god. Armas is suddenly glad that he did not kill the preacher and anger his leader before thanking the Gotlander and sending him on his way.
The Catholic foothold in the north strengthens, and Armas presses on his enemies even harder. They must reunite Estonia-Finland or else they will surely be conquered by scheming priests and crusader kings!