Counseling on Deaf Ears
”Now is the time, their Jarl is missing, their army weak, we must strike.” Eklow said, looking across the table in the heated debate.
“Must I remind Your Lordship that we have a treaty with Stronghelm, agreed upon borders which grants them the ability to trade with us.” Rivers responded looking back at the young Baron.
“We had a treaty with Jarl Bethod the now bloodied, not with Stronghelm. There is no unified government, don’t fool yourself, they change Jarls as often as we change underwear.” Clare said as he learned forward looking directly at Rivers. “There have already been reports that the lords seek to reclaim the land which Bethod ceded. We must act before they do.”
“And risk war, thousands of men dead for snow?” Rodney replied shaking his head as he looked across the table before over towards the wall, “Your Majesty, the live of a single of your subject is not worth that unforsaken dirt.” Varian was drumming his fingers over a large map that had been put up, hanging over the wall picturing Norselands, his fingers on Stronghelm, imagining the glory of conquest and writing his name into history as one of the greatest generals in history, a fantasy he quite liked.
“It is the worth of His Majesty’s subjects that forces our hand, with Bethod dead we are left with no other choice.” Eklow interrupted, and within a moment Clare backed him up.
“We cannot allow to make the same mistakes which the Elves so happily made only for them to be haunted for a millennium. We border Norseland now, not the Elves, we cannot let our subjects be at their mercy and their raids for the next hundred years. We take Stronghelm and we control who passes south, we end the threat before it begins and we secure our lands and permanently end the Norse threat.”
“You speak of conquest?” Astof said looking at with a grin at Eklow. “You who had a dozen and half men wounded trying to capture a women and a girl?” Eklow coudnt help but laugh in the most arrogant way Varian had heard for a long time.
“Perhaps if you had done your duty and given me the supplies you were commanded to, they would have been spared their wounds. Instead you gave excuses and short fallings which in your old age has shown to be a common trait, you are unfit for your office.” Eklow said as Rivers raised his hand to calm the two as he now spoke.
“My lords.” Rivers took a pause “Bethod has a wife, let us support her, ensure that her reign rests on our graces, that her life is bound to us, let us not waste men when we can gain more with diplomacy and gifts.” Making Clare sigh deeply and roll his eyes.
“We tried that, for a decade under King Ares, only for Halfmoon to be slaughtered like dogs. No more, we have tried it too many times, every Norse Jarl acts like a dog fighting over a broken bone that is their Crown, we cannot trust them, we must act. We do not deal with the Norse, we deal with individuals like in the times of old, let it end. We must act!” Making others around the table slam their fists against the table in agreement.
“Your Majesty” Rivers said, hoping to gain the support of his king as Eklow sighed, knowing he had made a mistake as Varian’s hand ran down the map slowly, as the king stood with his back towards them. “Assemble the army.” Were the only words Varian uttered before nodding to himself with a wide smile as he left the council chamber, while the counselors all began to disperse as Rodney placed a hand on River’s shoulder.
“Fret not too much, old friend. You saw the king, he is a young man and like all those monarchs and princes before him, and all those yet to come. Longing for glory and prestige on the field of battle, and we must be there to provide it for him.” Rodney said before giving him a smile. “Fear not, we might have lost this argument but diplomacy may yet prevail.”