Homelands
Chapter Fifteen: A Glorious Return
Part 2
Prelude:
At the age of twenty two, Prince Sviendorog was the most eligible bachelor in Prussia. By Prussian law he could not be declared heir until married. However his lack of a wife was the doing of his father, who intended to arrange a special marriage in order to prepare for bigger plans. The woman Gunvald intended for his son was a Norman woman by the name of Ela de Normandie. She was the third oldest daughter of the reigning King of England. Her arrival in Memelbuhr in 1166 was timed specifically by both the Prussians and the English. It represented the hundredth anniversary of William’s victory over the Saxons. Gunvald sold it as reconciliation from the Leofricsons to the invaders. But the deep-rooted hatred between the families was far from over. Gunvald knew that by using a marriage instead of a real treaty there was no real agreement to hold to.
October 11th, 1166
The Norman ship pulled into the harbor with long red and gold streamers trailing behind it. Maidens tossed roses and pedals off the side. Gunvald stood with his arms crossed watching the ship moor to the docks and a parade start from the harbor.
“They spared no expense, those bloody Normans.” Gunvald scoffed. When no one replied he turned and saw Aethelwulf and Sviendorog playing chess inside the parlor. Sviendorog’s face showed no real expression on it. He seemed dreadfully bored. Aethelwulf however seemed very agitated. He face was very close to the board and his hand tangled in his hair. Gunvald walked over to the board and repeated himself.
“Yes, I heard father. I am waiting for uncle to finish his turn so I can end this match.”
“Shut your mouth, you simply caught me off guard!”
“Uncle; that excuse grows old.” Aethelwulf knocked his King over and stood up to leave.
“We’ll see who the better commander is when we are on the field!”
“I gladly await that day.”
“Good, because I’ll need both of you to begin planning for a massive invasion I plan to do in two years,” Gunvald said. Both turned around to look at their King.
“Brother, you don’t really plan to, do you?” Gunvald nodded.
Sviendorog smiled, this would actually be half-way amusing. He stood upright and stroked his beard. He looked down at the chess board beneath him. He reached over and picked Aethelwulf’s King piece up and stood it upright. “Father, have you seen my wife before?” he asked.
“I have not. I’ve heard her descr…” Sviendorog stopped his father.
“If it is to be a surprise, let the surprise be complete.” Gunvald was taken aback. His son was a lethargic man who was bored with the world around him. He had proven to be such a prodigy in tactics and science and theology that he had quit schooling by the age of fourteen. He had spent the last eight years looking for something to challenge him. Gunvald had allowed him to travel to Constantinople and as far as Alexandria and Basra all in the search for books and new sciences. This left the young Leofricson bored when he was made to stay in one place for very long.
The Norman parade had reached the palace and the gates were being opened so that they might enter. The King and the Prince headed down stairs while Aethelwulf was left to ponder chess.
“What is my wife’s name?” the Prince asked.
“Ela de Normandie, she is the daughter of William the Second.” Gunvald answered placing a hand on his son’s back to increase the feeling of urgency in his son. Sviendorog did not hurry his pace. When they did arrive the Norman precession was waiting below them. Ela was covered by a brown veil hiding her face. She was speaking to one of the maids who was trying to comprehend the strong English accent.
England and Prussia in a size comparison circa 1166.
“Entering: his royal majesty King Gunvald the Handsome and his royal highness Prince Sviendorog,” the caller said as the two entered. All in the room turned to face the pair. Once at the bottom of the stairs Ela was brought up to Gunvald and introduced. The King smiled and took her hand. He led her the short distance to his son.
“My lady, this is your future husband, Prince Sviendorog,” Gunvald said. He handed her hand to his son. Sviendorog turned to face her, and had a genuine smile on his face. He bent over to kiss her hand. Standing upright, he pulled the veil back to look upon his wife for the first time. Even Gunvald’s heart fluttered for a second. Gunvald had heard Ela described as an angel but he had taken it with a grain of salt. He now knew that he should have left the salt at home.
“King Gunvald, my father spoke quite highly of you. You have left a major and enduring mark on world politics.”
“Why thank you my dear.”
“And you, Sviendorog, you must tell me of your trips to Egypt and Arabia when we have a chance.”
“As you wish.” Sveiendorog said, a smile plastered across his face. Gunvald was glad that the boy was finally not nearly as bored as usual, but he now feared the boy would resist the invasion. But he settled his fear knowing the boy took things far too seriously, to him the invasion was a challenge, and he had never seen his son give up for any reason.
“The wedding plans are set for a week from today, it order to let you settle,” Gunvald said. “Our servants will lead you to your temporary quarters. You should find them accommodating.”
“Thank you, your highness.” Ela bowed her head and left with the servants.
When she was out of ear shot, Gunvald turned to his son and said, “I don’t care what you are thinking, but she is not the next Cleopatra. I don’t want this getting between you and the invasion.”
Sviendorog’s face had returned to its normal blank boredom, he shifted it slightly to look at his father. “Father, I have the best excuse to cover my ass; daddy made me do it. What are you going to tell her?” Sviendorog smirked and then bowed to his father. “Now, if you will excuse me, I believe I want to talk to the lady.”
Gunvald nodded his approval while he thought on his son’s words. Gunvald could easily read people, years of working with foreign and domestic nobles had taught him that, but his son was another topic. He sighed, and then returned to his study where Aethelwulf still sat in front of the chess board. “The key, brother, I have found is that winning this game isn’t about which pieces you have left… only which ones you have taken.”