Chapter 7.10
March 1012 York
The spring sun found it hard to penetrate the strategy room. Darkness and shadows lingered in the corners. To Hlothere it felt like tentacles reaching out and surrounding him. They crushed his chest making breathing a chore. The gloom of the chambers was feeding off the mood of his brother.
Since Rædwald had entered the chambers Hlothere could sense his brother was troubled and angry. The king stormed across the room, looked at some documents on the table and then with grunt of disgust threw them across the room. Now leaning on his fist the king glared at the map of Jorvik and England that had been left on the table. After a few moments he rose from the table and walked over to the shelf and selected another map. He strolled back to the table and threw the map of Ireland across the map. Rubbing his chin he concentrated on the map.
Hlothere suspected he knew the reason for his brother’s foul mood. He had heard the rumors too. If true they were rather upsetting and annoying since they had tried to prevent it from happening. Hlothere knew not to mentioned the subject until his brother had calmed some.
Hoping a different approach would work Hlothere asked, “What has your interest in Ireland, brother.”
Rædwald did not speak or move at first. After a moment he raised his eyes without moving his head to look up at Hlothere.
Under his breath and barely audible Rædwald muttered, “Damn raiders.”
Not understanding his brother Hlothere asked, “What was that, brother?”
Rædwald lifted his fists off the table and stood erect. He looked at Hlothere and asked, “How many times over the last few years have we had to deal with raiders from Södermanland?”
Hlothere had not expected the conversation to go this way. He had to take a moment to think. “I know of two times. Once before the war with England when Chief Haukr landed in Gloucester. He fled before Sumarliði could bring him to battle. The second was during the war when Haukr landed in Glamorgan. Again he fled when an army came close to him.”
Rædwald caught a slight look of pain on Hlothere’s face. The army he spoke of was the remnants of his brother’s army after Hlothere’s defeat at Melrose. Sigfrið had the army regrouping in Powys afterwards. When the raiders appeared he began to move the army south. Sensing trouble Haukr fled before Sigfrið came near.
With some anger in his voice Rædwald said, “ Over the last two years Haukr and others from Uppland, and Gotland have raided Devon, Oriel, Rhinns, and Argyll. Do know what they all have in common?”
Hlothere was not liking the questions as he had not been following recent raids. Rædwald sensed Hlothere’s despair and said, “I should realize you have not been concerned recently with the coming and goings of raiders in the Irish Sea. You have been busy with replenishing the treasury and reestablishing efficient tax collection since the war with England.”
Rædwald chuckled seeing the relief in his brother’s face. “Therefore I shall answer my own question. They all are vassals of King Snorri of Svea Rike.”
Hlothere knew his brother had a plan brewing and wanted to know what it was, “Interesting brother.”
Rædwald was about to speak when a noise of someone humming floated into the chamber. With wondering looks Hlothere and Rædwald looked at one another. They then turned their heads toward the entrance.
Mayor Strua, Chancellor, stepped into the room. Under his right arm he held a scroll. Humming as he walked he approached the king. Oblivious to all the mayor continued his journey across the room at a brisk. Some sort of sixth sense triggered and Strula realize he was being scrutinized by the king and his brother. Now being self conscious he stopped humming and slowed his pace.
Seeing the awkwardness in Strula Rædwald smiled and said, “Strula, my dear chancellor what do have under your arm there? Quick bring it here.”
Strula was still wary as he approached his king. Once before the king he bowed. He reached under his arm and grabbed the scroll. He bowed and as he was handing the king the scroll he said, “This arrived this morning.”
Rædwald took the scroll and before he began to unroll it said, “You know what it is, so if you please.”
Still recovering from his awkward entrance Strula cleared his throat, “It is the signed betrothal contract with King Refr of Norge concerning the marriage of his son Prince Hakjell to Hextilda Æthelwealdsdotor daughter of the late Earl Æthelweald of Gloucester.”
With a large smile on his face Rædwald began to unroll the scroll, “Perfect, just perfect.”
Rædwald read the document in particular King Refr’s signature and seal. As he did so Hlothere walked over and stood next to Rædwald so he could too read the document.
Rædwald smiled and looked at Hlothere and said, “An alliance with Refr could be advantageous dealing with these raiders.”
Both Rædwald and Hlothere turned slowly and looked at Strula with sly grins. Strula looked horrified. The last thing he wanted was to take a trip to Refr’s capital in far off Kemi. Given the fact that Refr was also involved in numerous wars and revolts safety was a major concern.
Seeing Strula’s distress Rædwald chuckled, “Don’t worry old friend there is no trip to the far off reaches of the Gulf of Bothnia. Refr is involved in too many conflicts to be of any use for. How many wars is he fighting?”
Hlothere made a face as he thought, “I think at last count it was nine.”
The number surprised Rædwald, “Nine?”
Hlothere nodded.
Disappointed in losing a potential ally Rædwald said, “That does not help us with our problem.”
Confused and realizing he was absent for the conversation Strula asked, “Problem? What problem?”
Rædwald returned to the map and then looked at Strula, “We were discussing the problem with raiders in the Irish Sea who are vassals of King Snorri of Svea Rike.”
Strula was still confused, “They have not landed on Jorvikian soil in years.”
Hlothere walked around to the other side of the table from his brother. As he did so he dragged his hand along the map, “That is because our coastal patrols have been able to thwart their landings. We know of at least a dozen times they approached our coast.”
Rædwald looked at Strula, “It has been costly to maintain such vigilance. It also wears on those who must do the patrolling. We need something to convince Snorri to control them. A punishment of some type.”
Strula still felt he was missing something, “What type of punishment? An attack, a war?”
Hlothere thought it was time to add some levity to the moment, “We could recruit some raiders of our own and send them off to Svea Rike.”
Rædwald raised his eyebrows and looked at his brother. He knew he was up to something.
Hlothere knew an opportunity to tease his old friend Strula and was going to take it, “We will need someone to lead them. Someone from Council would lend a seriousness to such an adventure. Since it is a raiding party he would have to be Norse.”
Being the only one of Norse blood on the Council Strula eyes widened. The color drained from his face. Strula looked desperately at Rædwald. Rædwald at first was stern but then laughed.
“Enough brother. You will give the good Chancellor a seizure and I need him.”
Strula looked at Hlothere who had a huge smile on his face. Strula returned the smile with a look that said he will get his revenge some day.
Rædwald turned serious, “You are correct Strula a war is what may be needed to teach Snorri a lesson.”
Strula now feeling better that he knew what was being discussed, “A tribute war?”
Rædwald already knew the answer to that, “No that will not do. Svea Rike is not a wealthy kingdom. As a matter of fact Snorri is almost bankrupt. If we make him a tributary they would use raiding to pay his tribute. That would not do.”
Hlothere was lost for ideas, “Then what can we do?”
Rædwald smiled. It was his turn to tease, “We take something from him.”
Hlothere was growing impatient, “What could we take?”
Rædwald smiled and pointed to the map. Hlothere and Strula followed his finger down to the map. Both looked surprised at where he was pointing.
Hlothere then looked up at Rædwald and asked, “Dublin? But you do not have a claim.”
Rædwald nodded. He had anticipated such a point. “That is where our good Chancellor comes in.”
Rædwald looked at Strula. Strula now understood. While he knew it would be difficult it was better than heading off to Scandinavia. “It would be difficult and it could be costly.”
Rædwald looked at Strula. “Can you do it?”
Strula who was enjoying the attention now replied, “Yes.”
Hlothere ran his hand through his hair. Now it was his turn for doubts and confusion. “How can you do it?”
Strula smirked. Now he was in charge and the expert. “You are of the blood of Ragnarr Loðbrok. At one time or another Ivar the Boneless and Björn Ironsides ruled Dublin. It will take time but a connection can be found.”
Rædwald knew Strula meant a connection could be fabricated. A smile came over the king. “Very good.” Rædwald looked sternly at Strula and said, “You now have a new task, Chancellor. Do not disappoint me.”
Proud that his king had confidence in him Strula replied, “I will see that it is done.”
Rædwald nodded. Strula bowed. Rædwald motioned that he could leave and Strula turned and walked out of the chamber.
Once Strula exited Hlothere looked at his brother. He knew there was more to this than raiders. “Taking Dublin will not end raiding and you know it. What is your true plan?”
Rædwald tried to look innocent. Rædwald knew Hlothere understood him, sometimes better than he knew himself. “I want Ireland for my Eadweard. He will inherit Mide from his mother. We will keep Tír Eoghai, Ulaidh, and Connachta under our thumb. When his time comes Eadweard can conquer them outright or make them tributary.”
Hlothere could see his brother formulating such a scheme, “What of Ewan and Scotland. You have spent time and blood supporting him. He controls Oriel and Tyrconnell.”
Rædwald had plans for Scotland. He just was not ready to reveal them, “In time Ewan will no longer be king and the new king will no longer warrant our support.”
Hlothere knew his brother was not telling all and that he would not at this time so he nodded and said, “I am sure in due time you will share you plans.”
Rædwald smiled. Sensing that Hlothere still had something on his mind Rædwald asked, “I feel you still have something to discuss.”
Hlothere rubbed his hands together nervously. He knew what he was about to say could be contentious, “What of our brothers Hjalmar and Swæfræd?”
Rædwald was never enthused to discuss his wayward brothers as he considered them. Hjalmar we will discuss at a later date. With him I have much to ponder.”
Hlothere had not thought Rædwald would ignore Hjalmar at this time. But then again his brother was always scheming so what was on the surface might be all that there was. “And Swæfræd?”
Rædwald smiled and almost laughed. Hlothere for a moment thought his brother may have gone mad. “He is no longer our concern. A higher authority is in taking over.”
Hlothere’s eyes widen. Something awful must have happened.
Rædwald laughed at his brother’s reaction, “No, he is not dead or injured….yet.”
Hlothere could not contain himself, “Yet? What is happening?”
Rædwald was enjoying torturing his brother, “Mother is handling the matter.”
Hlothere was truly surprised, “Mother! When does Swæfræd arrive?”
Rædwald smirked. He knew his brother was going to have a major reaction with the next bit of news, “Swæfræd does not need to travel. Mother will visit him.”
The news hit Hlothere like a huge punch in the gut. He almost staggered, “Mother is traveling. Is the world ending?”
Rædwald smiled, “Perhaps for some. Given the news of the last few days mother feels that it is necessary for her to visit her son and explain the world to him.”
Hlothere regained his composure. “Does Swæfræd know?’
Rædwald had a evil grin, “Not yet but he will soon.”
Hlother returned the evil grin, “The question is will mother kill him or the stress of knowing she is visiting kill him?”
Rædwald laughed
March 1012 York
The spring sun found it hard to penetrate the strategy room. Darkness and shadows lingered in the corners. To Hlothere it felt like tentacles reaching out and surrounding him. They crushed his chest making breathing a chore. The gloom of the chambers was feeding off the mood of his brother.
Since Rædwald had entered the chambers Hlothere could sense his brother was troubled and angry. The king stormed across the room, looked at some documents on the table and then with grunt of disgust threw them across the room. Now leaning on his fist the king glared at the map of Jorvik and England that had been left on the table. After a few moments he rose from the table and walked over to the shelf and selected another map. He strolled back to the table and threw the map of Ireland across the map. Rubbing his chin he concentrated on the map.
Hlothere suspected he knew the reason for his brother’s foul mood. He had heard the rumors too. If true they were rather upsetting and annoying since they had tried to prevent it from happening. Hlothere knew not to mentioned the subject until his brother had calmed some.
Hoping a different approach would work Hlothere asked, “What has your interest in Ireland, brother.”
Rædwald did not speak or move at first. After a moment he raised his eyes without moving his head to look up at Hlothere.
Under his breath and barely audible Rædwald muttered, “Damn raiders.”
Not understanding his brother Hlothere asked, “What was that, brother?”
Rædwald lifted his fists off the table and stood erect. He looked at Hlothere and asked, “How many times over the last few years have we had to deal with raiders from Södermanland?”
Hlothere had not expected the conversation to go this way. He had to take a moment to think. “I know of two times. Once before the war with England when Chief Haukr landed in Gloucester. He fled before Sumarliði could bring him to battle. The second was during the war when Haukr landed in Glamorgan. Again he fled when an army came close to him.”
Rædwald caught a slight look of pain on Hlothere’s face. The army he spoke of was the remnants of his brother’s army after Hlothere’s defeat at Melrose. Sigfrið had the army regrouping in Powys afterwards. When the raiders appeared he began to move the army south. Sensing trouble Haukr fled before Sigfrið came near.
With some anger in his voice Rædwald said, “ Over the last two years Haukr and others from Uppland, and Gotland have raided Devon, Oriel, Rhinns, and Argyll. Do know what they all have in common?”
Hlothere was not liking the questions as he had not been following recent raids. Rædwald sensed Hlothere’s despair and said, “I should realize you have not been concerned recently with the coming and goings of raiders in the Irish Sea. You have been busy with replenishing the treasury and reestablishing efficient tax collection since the war with England.”
Rædwald chuckled seeing the relief in his brother’s face. “Therefore I shall answer my own question. They all are vassals of King Snorri of Svea Rike.”
Hlothere knew his brother had a plan brewing and wanted to know what it was, “Interesting brother.”
Rædwald was about to speak when a noise of someone humming floated into the chamber. With wondering looks Hlothere and Rædwald looked at one another. They then turned their heads toward the entrance.
Mayor Strua, Chancellor, stepped into the room. Under his right arm he held a scroll. Humming as he walked he approached the king. Oblivious to all the mayor continued his journey across the room at a brisk. Some sort of sixth sense triggered and Strula realize he was being scrutinized by the king and his brother. Now being self conscious he stopped humming and slowed his pace.
Seeing the awkwardness in Strula Rædwald smiled and said, “Strula, my dear chancellor what do have under your arm there? Quick bring it here.”
Strula was still wary as he approached his king. Once before the king he bowed. He reached under his arm and grabbed the scroll. He bowed and as he was handing the king the scroll he said, “This arrived this morning.”
Rædwald took the scroll and before he began to unroll it said, “You know what it is, so if you please.”
Still recovering from his awkward entrance Strula cleared his throat, “It is the signed betrothal contract with King Refr of Norge concerning the marriage of his son Prince Hakjell to Hextilda Æthelwealdsdotor daughter of the late Earl Æthelweald of Gloucester.”
With a large smile on his face Rædwald began to unroll the scroll, “Perfect, just perfect.”
Rædwald read the document in particular King Refr’s signature and seal. As he did so Hlothere walked over and stood next to Rædwald so he could too read the document.
Rædwald smiled and looked at Hlothere and said, “An alliance with Refr could be advantageous dealing with these raiders.”
Both Rædwald and Hlothere turned slowly and looked at Strula with sly grins. Strula looked horrified. The last thing he wanted was to take a trip to Refr’s capital in far off Kemi. Given the fact that Refr was also involved in numerous wars and revolts safety was a major concern.
Seeing Strula’s distress Rædwald chuckled, “Don’t worry old friend there is no trip to the far off reaches of the Gulf of Bothnia. Refr is involved in too many conflicts to be of any use for. How many wars is he fighting?”
Hlothere made a face as he thought, “I think at last count it was nine.”
The number surprised Rædwald, “Nine?”
Hlothere nodded.
Disappointed in losing a potential ally Rædwald said, “That does not help us with our problem.”
Confused and realizing he was absent for the conversation Strula asked, “Problem? What problem?”
Rædwald returned to the map and then looked at Strula, “We were discussing the problem with raiders in the Irish Sea who are vassals of King Snorri of Svea Rike.”
Strula was still confused, “They have not landed on Jorvikian soil in years.”
Hlothere walked around to the other side of the table from his brother. As he did so he dragged his hand along the map, “That is because our coastal patrols have been able to thwart their landings. We know of at least a dozen times they approached our coast.”
Rædwald looked at Strula, “It has been costly to maintain such vigilance. It also wears on those who must do the patrolling. We need something to convince Snorri to control them. A punishment of some type.”
Strula still felt he was missing something, “What type of punishment? An attack, a war?”
Hlothere thought it was time to add some levity to the moment, “We could recruit some raiders of our own and send them off to Svea Rike.”
Rædwald raised his eyebrows and looked at his brother. He knew he was up to something.
Hlothere knew an opportunity to tease his old friend Strula and was going to take it, “We will need someone to lead them. Someone from Council would lend a seriousness to such an adventure. Since it is a raiding party he would have to be Norse.”
Being the only one of Norse blood on the Council Strula eyes widened. The color drained from his face. Strula looked desperately at Rædwald. Rædwald at first was stern but then laughed.
“Enough brother. You will give the good Chancellor a seizure and I need him.”
Strula looked at Hlothere who had a huge smile on his face. Strula returned the smile with a look that said he will get his revenge some day.
Rædwald turned serious, “You are correct Strula a war is what may be needed to teach Snorri a lesson.”
Strula now feeling better that he knew what was being discussed, “A tribute war?”
Rædwald already knew the answer to that, “No that will not do. Svea Rike is not a wealthy kingdom. As a matter of fact Snorri is almost bankrupt. If we make him a tributary they would use raiding to pay his tribute. That would not do.”
Hlothere was lost for ideas, “Then what can we do?”
Rædwald smiled. It was his turn to tease, “We take something from him.”
Hlothere was growing impatient, “What could we take?”
Rædwald smiled and pointed to the map. Hlothere and Strula followed his finger down to the map. Both looked surprised at where he was pointing.
Hlothere then looked up at Rædwald and asked, “Dublin? But you do not have a claim.”
Rædwald nodded. He had anticipated such a point. “That is where our good Chancellor comes in.”
Rædwald looked at Strula. Strula now understood. While he knew it would be difficult it was better than heading off to Scandinavia. “It would be difficult and it could be costly.”
Rædwald looked at Strula. “Can you do it?”
Strula who was enjoying the attention now replied, “Yes.”
Hlothere ran his hand through his hair. Now it was his turn for doubts and confusion. “How can you do it?”
Strula smirked. Now he was in charge and the expert. “You are of the blood of Ragnarr Loðbrok. At one time or another Ivar the Boneless and Björn Ironsides ruled Dublin. It will take time but a connection can be found.”
Rædwald knew Strula meant a connection could be fabricated. A smile came over the king. “Very good.” Rædwald looked sternly at Strula and said, “You now have a new task, Chancellor. Do not disappoint me.”
Proud that his king had confidence in him Strula replied, “I will see that it is done.”
Rædwald nodded. Strula bowed. Rædwald motioned that he could leave and Strula turned and walked out of the chamber.
Once Strula exited Hlothere looked at his brother. He knew there was more to this than raiders. “Taking Dublin will not end raiding and you know it. What is your true plan?”
Rædwald tried to look innocent. Rædwald knew Hlothere understood him, sometimes better than he knew himself. “I want Ireland for my Eadweard. He will inherit Mide from his mother. We will keep Tír Eoghai, Ulaidh, and Connachta under our thumb. When his time comes Eadweard can conquer them outright or make them tributary.”
Hlothere could see his brother formulating such a scheme, “What of Ewan and Scotland. You have spent time and blood supporting him. He controls Oriel and Tyrconnell.”
Rædwald had plans for Scotland. He just was not ready to reveal them, “In time Ewan will no longer be king and the new king will no longer warrant our support.”
Hlothere knew his brother was not telling all and that he would not at this time so he nodded and said, “I am sure in due time you will share you plans.”
Rædwald smiled. Sensing that Hlothere still had something on his mind Rædwald asked, “I feel you still have something to discuss.”
Hlothere rubbed his hands together nervously. He knew what he was about to say could be contentious, “What of our brothers Hjalmar and Swæfræd?”
Rædwald was never enthused to discuss his wayward brothers as he considered them. Hjalmar we will discuss at a later date. With him I have much to ponder.”
Hlothere had not thought Rædwald would ignore Hjalmar at this time. But then again his brother was always scheming so what was on the surface might be all that there was. “And Swæfræd?”
Rædwald smiled and almost laughed. Hlothere for a moment thought his brother may have gone mad. “He is no longer our concern. A higher authority is in taking over.”
Hlothere’s eyes widen. Something awful must have happened.
Rædwald laughed at his brother’s reaction, “No, he is not dead or injured….yet.”
Hlothere could not contain himself, “Yet? What is happening?”
Rædwald was enjoying torturing his brother, “Mother is handling the matter.”
Hlothere was truly surprised, “Mother! When does Swæfræd arrive?”
Rædwald smirked. He knew his brother was going to have a major reaction with the next bit of news, “Swæfræd does not need to travel. Mother will visit him.”
The news hit Hlothere like a huge punch in the gut. He almost staggered, “Mother is traveling. Is the world ending?”
Rædwald smiled, “Perhaps for some. Given the news of the last few days mother feels that it is necessary for her to visit her son and explain the world to him.”
Hlothere regained his composure. “Does Swæfræd know?’
Rædwald had a evil grin, “Not yet but he will soon.”
Hlother returned the evil grin, “The question is will mother kill him or the stress of knowing she is visiting kill him?”
Rædwald laughed
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