Chapter Six: Rulership
Skuli’s plan was to wait. Frirek had still only slightly more than half of what his enemies had in numbers, and so the only thing there was to do was wait until he had sufficient manpower. The only issue here was that part of the army consisted of men and drots from the angle lands that were now being sieged, and Frirek was running the risk of them joining the rebels’ cause because of his lack of action. Frirek allowed them to take their ships and men to go raiding against the Germans and Franks on the condition that they returned when it was time to fight the war. Meanwhile, Skuli would continue to hire soldiers to fill the Hird and train levies for the Fyrd.
This gave Frirek the opportunity to rule his Kingdom. The first issue that was brought to his attention was a suspicious man; he was found covered in blood outside his family’s house by a hunting band of three. While two of the hunters held the man firmly to the ground, though he made no attempt to resist, the other one looked to see what was inside the house; he came out sick and threw up, the bloody man started to cry. The case was brought before Frirek in Jelling, with Boleslava by his side. The hunters told Frirek and the court what had happened, “Did he seem to be in a hurry?” Frirek asked, “No,” answered the oldest hunter of the group, “but he did not seem to notice us until we were right beside him.” “Did you find a weapon?” “No, but he may have had time to hide the weapon; the blood was not fresh and the bodies reeked like old meat.” “Did he try to resist when you caught him?” “No, but we were armed with weapons and he was not.” “You seem convinced of his guilt.” The hunter looked and the man he had caught with disdain, “We found him covered in blood, and after asking around we also found out that he had been having problems running the farm since his wife had given him a new child; they said that she was too weakened by the birth to work, and that had forced him to work at another local farm.” “Is this man here?” asked Frirek. A man stepped forward, though not without reluctance. “Is what the hunter says true?” “Well… yes,” said the farmer, “but I don’t think that he killed her because of it. You must understand he was a good man; the only thing he talked about while working was his wife and children.” Frirek thought over everything that had been said, he then turned to the man who stood accused, “You have remained silent despite everything that has been said, what say you?” The man looked up at Frirek through empty eyes, “I have nothing to say.” His gaze returned to the ground. This was when Boleslava stood up and walked down to the man and put her hand on his shoulder and asked him gently, “Please, you must tell us what happened.” He looked up at her and nodded; he had returned home late at night and saw that his family had been slaughtered, his son had died in the doorway with a bloody axe in hand and stab wounds, his wife and younger child were cut open beyond recognition. Their blood had been used to write strange messages on the walls. The man burst into a wail of tears. “I deem you innocent of the crimes committed, and will send out an investigation to find the true perpetrator.” said Frirek, but the man did not seem to notice.
Later that week another case would be brought before Frirek. This time it was at the behest of Grimr of Ribe, a godi that was convinced that a young woman was using jætte magic to fight Frirek and the Æsir that supported him. “She is also responsible for the deaths of that poor family,” Grimr added, “who else could have written those terrible tomes on the walls? It was only thanks to your Æsir given wisdom that you could see through the lies and allow the Father to go free, but that is not enough, the Æsir also demand that this this jætte worshipper before you be punished for her sins, then they will surely see that you are a just king and bring peace to the Kingdom.” The court burst out in condemnation of the woman and love of the king, though he himself was not completely convinced, “What is your opinion?” he asked Asta, who was in attendance, “Grimr is a wise man whose age and wisdom is undeniable,” she said, “you should punish the Girl.” “Your good sister is too kind my king,” Grimr said, “I am but a humble servant; a servant of you, and of the Æsir.” Frirek gave a guilty verdict and ordered that she should be burned for her crimes.
There were many attending the execution, Frirek had been forced to double the guard because of this, so that there were now fifty men keeping order. The crowds cheered as Grimr spoke of the foul things that the crying woman had committed and they cheered when she was brought to the stake, “This is wrong.” Frirek’s oldest son Grimr said, “No,” Frirek answered, “this is a just punishment for her crimes.” “There was no evidence.” “There was the testimony of the Godi.” “One man’s word was not enough before.” “He was a hunter, not a godi.” “So you see a man’s goodness when you look at his stupid hat?” Frirek’s face turned red and he slapped his son. It hurt more than he had intended and several of Grimr’s baby teeth were knocked out. The blood from the child’s mouth covered his face and his Father’s hand, “I’m telling Skuli about this!” Grimr screamed as he ran away crying.
The audience pretended not to notice. Frirek told Godi Grimr to start the execution. “In the name of our King Friek Jute I, Godi Grimr, condemn you to die. This will inspire Forseti to speak with Odin of the greatness of Ki—“ the speech was interrupted by a throwing axe cleaving the woman’s head in half. The guards stationed reacted quickly and were about to kill the man who had thrown the axe, then they noticed that it was the man who usually gave them orders. Frirek was furious, “Skuli!” he shouted, “what is the meaning of this?” Skuli answered calmly, “I knew that you could not be convinced of her innocence, so I gave her the mercy she deserved.” “Traitor!” Godi Grimr shouted, “Seize him now ye pious folk!” The masses moved to seize Skuli while sending shouts and curses at him, “Guards, keep the order!” Skuli shouted, and the soldiers drew their weapons to threaten the people into order. Frirek was annoyed that his command was being taken from him, “Nobody do anything!” he shouted, and now everybody was confused. Moments passed and nothing happened though everybody was ready to fight at the drop of a hat, then Skuli spoke up, “I will have no bloodshed; arrest me and take me to Jelling then we will see how much of a just man you are.” Frirek nodded to the guards and they did as they were told. Godi Grimr was insistent that the burning continue as planned. As the woman’s corpse burned up smoke of black and red rose from her body, Grimr said this was a sign of her wickedness.
An hour later at Jelling:
Frirek had worked himself up on the way home and he was ready to strike Suli down where he stood. But there was another man with him, “Nils of Dorset, what are you doing here? I thought you were raiding the Franks with the other drots of the Angle lands.” Frirek said confused, “I was, but I came back because I had to stop you. According to Skuli I am too late.” “What do you mean stop me?” “You have truly been made the fool of; you decided to execute an innocent woman based on the word of the guilty man; for it was Grimr who killed the peasant’s family earlier that week.” “You dare accuse one of the Kingdoms greatest Godis?!” “Godi? you make me laugh. Grimr is a godless man who only worships dark and forbidden powers for his own perverse pleasures, and for this I demand that you make this public knowledge and arrest him.” Nils went onto produce unquestionable evidence, but the matter was complicated by the war and both Skuli and Frirek agreed that if this should slip out that they would have to fight on two fronts, “Very well,” said Nils, “you wish for the fighting to end then I will end it. A week from now the Angle drots, whom you asked me to lead, will stop raiding and fight. If you have your men raised then we will join you, but if you do not then we will join the Rebels. Our lands are at stake, and the War must end.” And with that he left.
Frirek went up to his room that day and did not leave. Skuli knocked on his door and asked if he should raise the men but no answer came. After three days Skuli decided to raise the troops anyway. Starkadr tried to give him news of taxes but no answer came. Asta tried to apologize but no answer came. Boleslava refused to talk to him after he hit his eldest Son. Skuli lost patience on the fifth day and bashed the door open, Frirek was surprisingly unaffected, “Hello Skuli,” he said in a tired manner, “sorry about the smell.” The food that the serving girls had brought was rotting and filled with flies in a corner of the room, completely untouched, “It came from the Franks.” Frirek said, “The food?” Skuli asked, “What you are called; bastard, Father learned the word while raiding the Franks, he was mad that your mother died birthing you. He should not have done it. The Thing should have chosen you, and I should have stayed with the Greeks” Skuli had already known about his past but he had never seen this side of the otherwise prideful Frirek, he seemed defeated in a way that ran deeper than any of his physical wounds.
He knew that there was only one thing which could inspire him, “I talked to Hemming today, he asked how children are made. I told him that his Father will tell him and he trusted me. He trusts you brother, you have a responsibility to your children and to your people. You have to lead them.” Frirek sighed, “I will speak to my son, after that we leave, how many men have you gathered?” “Fourteen hundred once Nils joins us.” “It will do. We sail today.”