Worry Not
Tingvalla - March 20
“Please stand and salute for the entry of the exalted representative of the gods, His Majesty Knud IV, Fylkir of the Norse, King of Sweden, Norway, Denmark, Jarl of Iceland and Greenland, defender of the faithful of Midgard during the chaos of Ragnarok, long may the Nornir spin his reign!”
A fanfare played. The doors swung open, and Snorrison emerged first from City Hall, followed by Knud. By now, Snorrison’s formal suit had become decorated with far more medals, honors, and rank insignia than the Fylkir himself, who no longer wore the ermine royal cape. Knud approached the podium and tapped the microphone, wincing when he heard a screeching feedback loop.
“Uh…good morning…m-my fellow Scandinavians…” he stuttered. “T-Today…my chancellor Thorvald Snorrison…w-will relay m-my address to the…p-people’s concerns.”
He yielded the podium to Snorrison.
“Thank you, Your Majesty,” Snorrison said, “On behalf of His Majesty, I’d like to address the ongoing rumors that Crusaders have landed in Oslo, Gothenburg, and Malmö. Some of you may have heard this alleged news over the last couple days. I understand it sounds frightening and very realistic with our current situation and what’s happening in Vilnius right now. But His Majesty tells you now that such rumors are unequivocally false.”
Everyone in the audience murmured to each other.
“These allegations are baseless and not rooted in reality. They are part of the enemy’s propaganda. Such fear-mongering will cause panic and mass disorder that will tear apart what fragile stability remains in our society. Know that if you as much as entertain this fiction of an invasion, you are playing into, supporting, and spreading Jerusalem’s propaganda. Such incidents will be treated equivalent with those related to enemy collaboration and dissemination of anti-government rhetoric. They will be considered high treason against His Majesty and the nation.”
The crowd was getting more agitated now.
“Surely this would not be a problem for any truly loyal Scandinavian. After all, there are no Crusaders in Oslo, Gothenburg, and Malmö currently. And we have already surrendered to Jerusalem, so there is no reason for them to continue attacking us. That is what His Majesty believes and what led him to announce this through me, as his humble and loyal servant. Are we absolutely clear?”
The crowd started shouting at Knud, who shuddered.
“Now, on to more pressing matters,” Snorrison continued, “Preparations for the annual Disting are proceeding as scheduled. You will all be glad to hear the fair will open at noon, when the sun is highest in the sky on this first day of spring. So drink, sing, dance, and pray to the gods for a bountiful harvest in the coming year without worry!”
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Sylvia stormed into Clara’s tent, disturbing Clara as she put together Oliver’s breakfast, a sandwich.
“You could’ve knocked!” Clara said.
“Kind of hard when it’s a tent. Also, I was just at Snorrison’s latest press briefing.”
Clara stared at her wife. “You went there
again?”
“As much as I hate the guy and his policies, I need to know what’s happening.”
Clara finished the sandwich and handed it to Oliver, who obliviously chomped down on it. “Okay, what’d he say now?”
Sylvia clenched her fists. “Promise me you won’t be mad? Or freak out?”
“I’ve had a lot to freak out over these last few weeks, so I think I’m ready.”
If I can even hear it. My hearing aid’s slowly breaking down, and nobody here can fix it.
“Snorrison denied that Crusaders had landed in Norway and Sweden,” Sylvia said, “Which means they obviously did.”
WHAT?! “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“Also, discussing and sharing it is now treason.”
Clara downed a cup of light mead.
Nothing like drinking at about 8 in the morning. Frak this. “Every single time Snorrison shows he can get even worse. When’s he gonna ban criticism of himself?”
“Probably tomorrow,” Sylvia said.
Clara slammed the cup down on her plastic table. “DAMNIT! We come all this way to escape Jerusalem and keep Oliver out of harm’s way,
and they STILL find a way to catch up to us! How much farther do we have to run? How much longer? When will it stop?!”
“It won’t stop,” Sylvia said, “Not until Jerusalem is taken down. So until then, we have to keep running. I was thinking we could go to Iceland this time. I doubt they can even get that far—”
“No.” Clara cut her off.
“What?”
“You two go to Iceland,” Clara said, “I’m going to stay and fight.”
Sylvia put her hands on her hips. “Are you out of your mind?”
“You said it yourself. No matter how far we run from Jerusalem, they’ll always catch up. At some point, we’ve got to fight back.”
“Clara, you barely survived Bremerhaven,” Sylvia said, “Your ear’s not fully healed. Not to mention your other issues.”
“I can still fight, though.”
“That’s not the main issue! We are in no shape to repel a direct assault.”
Clara was adamant. “Still, somebody’s got to do it. If anything, that’s why we have to help. We can hold them off long enough for you and Oliver to get to Iceland.”
“Look, is this about Bremerhaven? I get that you want to make up for everyone who died there, but this is suicide.”
“Maybe it is.”
“I don’t want us to split again. It was hard enough for me without you.”
“I’m sorry. I really am. But I can’t just keep running from Jerusalem. We all can’t. It’s not going to get us anywhere. We’ve got to draw a line at some point.”
They stared at each other for a few seconds.
“Is there any way I can convince you?”
Clara turned the question around. “Is there any way I can convince
you?”
“No need,” Sylvia said.
“What do you mean?”
“If you’re going to stay, I will too.”
“But Oliver…”
“I’ll leave him with Irina. I trust her.”
“You sure about this? If things go south, our son would grow up without both his parents.” Clara looked at Oliver, who kept eating his sandwich without a care in the world.
“You said it already,” Sylvia said, “My main concern is Oliver’s survival. If we don’t take a stand, he might not even make it to Iceland. Point is, I’m not letting us be separated again. Not after Bremerhaven.”
“It’s been years since you were last in mandatory training, though.”
“You can always help me remember.” Sylvia mimicked holding up an Athanatoi badge. “Or have your skills gotten rusty?”
“Still, this is a war,” Clara said, “Are you sure you want to fight?”
“As long as you’re with me, I’ll be fine. We’ll find a way to get through this.” She took Clara’s hand. “Together.”
Clara nodded. “Right. Together.”
I suppose I could put my Athanatoi skills to use recruiting more people from around town, without alerting our idiot of a chancellor.
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Later on, Clara met with Irina and Joey and explained her situation.
“So can you help me out?” she concluded.
Irina nodded with a warm smile. “Of course. Rest assured, Oliver will be in good hands.”
“Thank you, Irina. I am in your debt.”
Irina dismissed that with a wave. “No need. This one’s on me. In a way, you’re a lot like me. Or rather, my sister. She always did everything she could to protect me. Now it’s my turn to pay it forward.”
“And what about you, Joey? When are you leaving for Iceland?”
Joey shook his head. “I’m staying.”
Clara did a double take. “What?”
“I may not look it, but I do know how to fight,” Joey said, “I don’t particularly like it, but if it comes to it, I have my ways.”
“I’ll believe it when I see it, but sure,” Clara said.
“You seem conflicted,” Irina said.
“How so?”
“That look on your face.” Irina pointed at Clara’s face. “I used to see it all the time on my sister’s face, when we were a little older than Oliver. She was always so worried about me, I felt bad if I didn’t worry about her enough in return. She’d always come home late from the academy in Kyiv, busting her back so she could get the better ranks and connections for me to live better. She’d ask if she was a bad sister for leaving her alone for so much of the year.”
“And how did you feel?”
Irina mused on her thoughts. “I admit I did resent that she wasn’t always physically there, but we can’t help it. We’re human. We want to stick with our families. But I do understand why she did what she did. It was for me. Since I couldn’t do what she could, she took it upon herself to support the both of us. So she did for all of our childhoods, and she did it without complaints. I have a feeling Oliver will eventually come to understand what you and Sylvia are doing. If not, I’ll explain it to him. He’ll be safe in my hands, Clara. You don’t have to worry.”
“I sure hope so,” Clara said.
Irina put a hand on the younger woman’s shoulder. “Have faith, Clara. The Rozhanitsy have not spun the day of your death yet.”
“How do you know?” Clara asked.
Irina shrugged. “I don’t. That’s what faith is. You won’t know until it happens.”
Clara looked at Irina’s callused hand, feeling the firm and strong grip it had on her shoulder despite Irina’s age. She took a deep breath. “I suppose it can’t hurt to hope. To have faith.”
We have to make sure that Tingvalla won’t end up like Bremerhaven. It can’t. I know it may be selfish of us to leave Oliver, after what happened with me. But I do think it’s for the best. Scandinavia’s going to make its last stand at Tingvalla. If all goes well, we’ll drive back the Crusaders, and then us two can go join Oliver and Irina in Iceland. If not…I trust Irina to give our boy the life we couldn’t.
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Snorrison didn’t change the title from “Fylkir of Scandinavia.” I retconned it into “Fylkir of the Norse” since we previously talked about the name Scandinavia with its modern definition as having originated in the 19th century.
Did I break my own record for fastest retcon?