Whiteshirts of England: A History of the Hvitserk Dynasty of Jorvik AAR

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2 April 981 Richmond

Ælfweard was met at the entrance to the courtyard by Queen Emma. Queen Emma was not going to allow Ælfweard to visit Sigfrið. However, one look at the old jarl she changed her mind. A feeling came over her that the two were destined to meet on this day.

Queen Emma smiled, “You may see him.”

Ælfweard smiled and took the queen’s hand and kissed it.

Emma said, “Always the charmer.”

Ælfweard replied, “Only around a beautiful lady.”

Emma blushed, “Are you sure you have your patch on the correct eye today?”

Ælfweard chuckled, “How does he fare?”

Emma replied, “He has his good days and his bad. His mind, however, remains sharp.”

Ælfweard asked, “And what type of day is today?”

Emma replied, “A good one.”

Ælfweard said, “Perhaps I should come another day I don’t want to ruin a good day.”

At that moment Sigfrið called out from his seat near the fountain, “Is that Jarl Ælfweard I hear?”

Emma replied, “Yes it is.”

Sigfrið responded, “Be careful around him. He has a way with beautiful vulnerable women. They do not call him the Lewd for nothing.”

Emma chuckled, “Both of you are impossible.” She nodded to Ælfweard.

As Ælfweard walked to Sigfrið he said, “Well there is nothing wrong with your hearing.”

He reached Sigfrið. It took all of Ælfweard’s skills to hide his surprise at what he saw before him. Where there was once a mighty man who could hew a man in half with the swing of his mighty sword there was now a shriveled creature sitting awkwardly in the chair. Sigfrið could no longer control the trembling and shaking in his hands.

Sigfrið looked at Ælfweard and said, “Sit my good jarl.”

Ælfweard sat down.

Sigfrið smiled and asked, “To what do I owe this visit?”

Ælfweard replied, “Unfortunately, Sire, I have failed you. I have not been able to secure a claim the Leinster for you. Now KIng Gilles of Aquitaine is now entrenched there like a tick on a hound.”

Sigfrið answered, “Do not concern yourself. It was a fool’s errand. We both knew that before you left.”

Ælfweard laughed, “Who better to play the fool than me.”

Sigfrið chuckled, “Do not sell yourself short, my good jarl. Many times you been of great service to the kingdom.”

Ælfweard said, “Strange hearing that from you. Many times we have been on opposite sides of a cause.”

Sigfrið said, “True, true but when the kingdom needed you you never said no as others have. In many ways I have depended on your consistency.”

Ælfweard laughed, “My consistency? That is good for a laugh.”

Sigfrið turned serious, “Many times we have been opposed to one another. You have always been an honorable adversary. You have always been respectful and I have tried to return that respect. Perhaps I should have brought you on Council long before I did and I may have avoided some mistakes that I have made over time.”

Ælfweard swallowed hard, “I thank you my liege for your kind words. I have always respected you no matter what side of an argument we were on. You could have crushed me when I became Jarl of Northumberland and many other times you could have caused me grief but you did not. For that I am grateful.”

Sigfrið laughed, “It was not always out of kindness. You were and may still be an enemy. But you are an enemy I know. Allowing you to be replaced or worse I would then have to deal with an enemy I do not know. I am too old for something like that.”

Ælfweard laughed back, “I can agree with that.”

Sigfrið said, “I am glad that we have been able to talk as old friends here at the end. I know my time is short and the vultures are gathering. I fear for Eilif.”

Ælfweard said, “I would not be too concerned with Eilif. He reminds me of your father in many ways. I pity anyone who underestimates him.”

Sigfrið said, “I feel that I owe you a debt of sorts. I have heard of the counsel you have given him. If he is smart he will take it to the heart. You have not survived as long as you have and been through what you have.”

Ælfweard said, “Thank you, Sire. Now I am afraid that I must take my leave.”

Sigfrið said, “Yes I know you have to fight a revolt. Is there anything I can do? Some gold perhaps, a few troops?”

Ælfweard said, “I am never one to turn down gold.”

Sigfrið said, “I will instruct my steward Jarl Waltheof to transfer some gold.”

Ælfweard said, “Thank you milord.” He began to walk and then suddenly stopped. He turned and faced the king.

“There is something you can do for me. I am no young buck any longer and my time may be near. If I should depart this world please watch over my son and heir Leofweald. He is only 10 and could find himself fighting for his survival.”

Sigfrið said, “It would be an honor to do so.”

Ælfweard smiled and walked across the courtyard. He met Emma at the exit.

Ælfweard said, “Thank you milady.”

Emma replied, “Thank you Jarl Ælfweard.”

Ælfweard then turned deadly serious, “My queen if anything should happen be careful. There are many who plot your downfall if the king becomes incapable or dies. Go to your son for help. But also know that Northumberland will stand with you.”

Emma replied, “Thank you Ælfweard I will heed your advise if it comes to pass.” She then kissed him on the cheek.

Ælfweard smiled, “If I were only a younger man.” They both laughed and the jarl departed.

Emma walked back to Sigfrið with a tear in her eye.

She said, “I feel the passing of something great is coming.”

Sigfrið said, “I do also and the kingdom will be left wanting for the loss of the old bear.”

 

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23 June 981 Warwick

It was nearly dawn and Eilif could not sleep. He had been awake most of the night. For the last week or more a dark foreboding fleeing had come over him. At first he thought it was Cyneswith leaving. As Marshal he had escorted her back to Bedford using the reason that he needed to inspect the troops from Hereford to Bedford. For some reason that he would have to uncover why Cyneswith insisted they avoid Gloucester.

After leaving Bedford the feeling stuck with him. He decided to stop in Warwick and rekindle his affairs with Eadhild. Still even after several nights with her the feeling was growing stronger.

He rose out of the bed carefully. He did not want to disturb Eadhild. He quietly dressed and left the chambers. He made his way to the library and step out onto the balcony taking in the false dawn.

His solitude was interrupted by steps behind him. On guard he turned slowly. It was Eadhild. She looked concerned and he noticed she carried a scroll.

Eadhild nervously handed him the scroll, “A message from your mother.”

Eilif looked at the scroll and seeing his mother’s seal a lump filled his throat. With sweaty hands and fingers he broke the seal. He read the scroll. At first he was filled with relief and then he was filled with immense sadness.

Eadhild could not stand it any longer, “What does it say?”

Eilif swallowed and took a deep breath, “Jarl Ælfweard of Northumberland died 11 days ago.”

Eadhild said amazed, “What could kill him? I was thinking he was immortal.”

Eilif replied, “Himself and a bear.”

Eadhild looked confused.

Eilif continued, “According to the information my mother received he had been depressed lately. After a particularly nasty battle against the Northumberland rebels he was found mumbling about too much death and that he had caused it. During the night he wandered off from his tent. After a frantic search in the morning he was found sitting against a tree dead. He had been mauled by a bear. A short distance away an old bear laid dead from many wounds from a sword.”

Eadhild said, “A bear? I had thought that there were no bears in Jorvik.”

Eilif responded, “There are very few left in the north and perhaps the highlands. I personally have never seen one. My grandfather did hunt one. The hunting party saw it but were never able to get close to it. Just like Ælfweard to die alongside something so rare. They both may have been the last of their kind.”

Eadhild stood silent and shocked. After a few moments of silence she asked, “Who rules Northumberland? Have they lost the war?”

Eilif answered, “His ten year old son Leofweald. His mother Malmfrið is the regent. The war still goes on.”

Eilif suddenly became very alert. He stood tall and tightened his sword belt and whispered, “I do so with honor.”

He then turned to Eadhild, “I must leave for Jorvik immediately you understand.” She nodded and he kissed her. As he left the room he placed the scroll on a table.

Eadhild watched him depart the library. He left like a man on a mission.

Eadhild picked up the scroll and read it. The last few lines caught her attention. She read them outloud to herself, “When Ælfweard visited a few months ago he asked your father to watch over and protect Leofweald. Your father, the king, agreed to do so. Since he is unable to do so himself it falls to you his marshal and heir to uphold his promise.”

 

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Chapter 5.22

15 December 981 Lancaster

Despite the cold Eilif found himself sweating. He paced around his study and down the hall and back to the study. The waiting was driving him mad. Bishop Snorri of St Davids, Court Chaplain of Lancaster, sat in his chair and watched the nervous prince and smiled.

“Milord, all will be well. The court physician Anlaufr and the midwives know their jobs well. The Duchess is in good hands.”

Eilif looked at the Bishop and continued his pacing.

Count Padern of Glamorgan, the Steward of Lancaster entered the study just after Eilif paced out of it. Padern looked at Snorri.

“Got it bad does he?”

Snorri smiled, “He is a nervous wreck. I am about ready to tie him to chair.”

Padern said, “I remember my first. After the first five hours I had to have a drink to calm my nerves. Well as the hours went by the more drinks I had to have. By the time my son was born I was almost too drunk to stand.”

Eilif entered the study again. Padern said to him, “Milord when did you return from Suffolk?”

Eilif stopped pacing. He was actually glad for the distraction, “Five days ago. The snow made for a rough trip home.”

Padern said, “Yes it was quite a storm, I only arrived here in Lancaster last evening myself.”

Eilif nodded.

Padern continued, “Were you able to catch the raiders?”

Eilif responded, “Unfortunately were not able to bring Gnupa of Orknö and his band of raiders to a battle. There were plenty of skirmishes. We did keep them from remaining in any one place for long. They did not go away with much loot on this adventure.”

Padern said, “That is good. I gather your father was pleased and Jarl Waltheof grateful for you chasing the raiders out of his jarldom.”

Eilif responded, “I assume so.” No formal recognition had come from either. Then again Eilif did not wait around too long in Suffolk. Knowing Elisabeth’s time was near he hurried back to Lancaster as quickly as possible. The early snow storm surprised him and made traveling very difficult for a couple of weeks.

Eilif resumed his pacing. After about an hour Eilif was nearing exhaustion and collapsed in his chair. He began to doze off.

Anlaufr entered the study. Eilif saw him and nearly flew out of the chair now wide awake.

Anlaufr smiled, “Congratulations, milord, you have a son.”

Eilif smiled broadly. Snorri and Padern congratulated him.

Snorri asked, “What will he be called?”

Eilif replied, “Sigurðr.”

 

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7 March 982 Lancaster

Eilif stood in the courtyard watching the servants cleaning the winter off the fountain and preparing it for the coming spring. There was still a chill in the air and the wind from the north blew cold. Eilif was watching the servants so intently he never heard or noticed Elisabeth approaching from behind him until she pushed him. She pushed him hard enough that he nearly lost his balance. He had to take two steps to keep from falling over.

He turned and faced an enraged Elisabeth. He face was red from fury and tears rolled down her face. She clinched her fist and began striking him on the chest. After receiving a few blows he was able to grab her wrists. He then noticed a crumpled piece of paper in one of fists.

“You liar, you bastard. You could not keep yourself away from her bed. Could you?” She cried.

She tried to break his grip unsuccessfully. Eilif remained silent.

She continued, “You went to her even while you knew I carried your son. Then you legitimize the bastard.”

Eilif managed to release her wrist by pushing them aside. Elisabeth nearly fell forward when he did so. She quickly regained her balance. She did move toward him or act hostile. She stood glaring at him breathing heavily.

Despite himself Eilif began to feel self conscious. “I legitimized Rædwald to protect him and the kingdom,” said Eilif avoiding the obvious about his indiscretions.

Elisabeth growled, “Protect the kingdom?”

Eilif replied, “Yes the kingdom. I need heirs for when I am king. You do not understand the curse”

Elisabeth said mockingly, “Curse? What foolishness are you talking about?”

Eilif answered, “Did you ever wonder why my uncles all died young? Why my great uncle Skuli was killed when he was a boy. Look what happened to my aunts and my sister.”

Elisabeth looked at him oddly like he lost his mind, “You believe that there is a curse.”

Elifi responded, “What else if it be?”

Elisabeth looked at Eilif in disbelief, “You are a bigger fool than I ever thought.”

Eilif stood silently hoping her triant was over.

Elisabeth pointed at Eilif and said, “That bastard had never be brought here.”

Eilif replied trying to offer her some concession, “He is with his mother Eadhild in Warwick and will remain there.”

Elisabeth huffed at him and spun around and stormed out of the courtyard.

July 982 Ipswich

Cyneswith was beginning to regret coming this meeting the moment she saw Count Rögnvaldr walk into the room. Jarl Waltheof of East Anglia and Bishop Borkvard of Worcester greeted him.

As Rögnvaldr walked to his seat he did not take his gaze off of Cyneswith. Cyneswith felt a chill run up her spine.

Cyneswith did not remember most of the meeting. She knew that their concerns regarding how much power the king had and how he wielded it. Or as some were thinking how much power Queen Emma was not exerting. All agreed that something should be done. However, after they examined their strengths they were still not strong enough to challenge the king.

Cyneswith voiced their frustrations, “We keep trying but we always come up short. There are so few others that we can recruit.”

Waltheof said, “The Countess is correct, Prince Eilif will never join. He will be king one day and does not want to give up any power.”

Borkvard said, “I should be able to convince Count Eadgar of Northampton to join with us.”

Waltheof said, “Count Siweard will never join. He is far too loyal to the king and queen.”

Rögnvaldr said, “We can only hope that Jarl Leofweald loses his war and Kol is made Jarl of Northampton. I am sure Kol will remember that it was Sigfrið who allowed his father to be deposed as Jarl thus depriving him of his birthright to be jarl.”

Waltheof said, “Countess Maria of Hereford has turned 16. We should find out what her thoughts are regarding the power of the throne.”

The meeting continued for a short time. When it was finally concluded Waltheof and Brokvard left to discuss other matters that concerned them.

To her distress Cyneswith found herself alone in the room with Rögnvaldr. She tried to leave but the Count of Gloucester blocked her exit.

Rögnvaldr smiled evilly at her and said, “Well my good niece of my wife you were quiet this day.”

Cyneswith replied, “There was little to say. We still lack strength and have few opportunities to increase it at this time.”

Rögnvaldr said, “I hope I am not hearing the words of someone who is thinking of leaving our little group.”

Cyneswith mouth dried and she said, “No I am committed to achieving our goal of gaining more power for the Council.”

Rögnvaldr replied mockingly, “I am so glad to hear that. I am a man who takes disappointment to the heart and I always get what I set my mind to. I can be very resourceful when I need to be.”

Rögnvaldr moved to allow Cyneswith to leave. When she was almost out of the room he said, “You have a beautiful daughter and a handsome son. Ealdgyth and Eadlmund are their names if I remember correctly. There are so many dangers to children these days.”

Cyneswith ran out of the room.

 

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Chapter 5.23

2 October 982 Richmond

Eilif read the message he was handed. He thanked the messenger and turned and walked back into the room.

Sigfrið was seated in his chair. Pillows were arrayed around him to keep him upright. There was some trembling in his arms and legs but today was a good day. Sigfrið had recently began to uncontrollably at times move his head from side to side. Today it was the most noticeable aspect of his ailment.

Queen Emma sat next to her husband. He hand rested on the arm of his chair. Her gaze constantly fell on Sigfrið making sure there was nothing wrong with him. The lines in her face seemed deeper and many said had aged several years beyond her age. Worried was buried deep in her face.

Count Siweard of Lincoln, the Spymaster of Jorvik stood next to Sigfrið on his right. The Count smiled as Eilif walked toward them.

Siweard said, “So it has finally arrived.”

Eilif feigned ignorance, “What would that be?”

Siweard smiled, “A message from King Cynwrig of Gwynedd requesting aid against Guichard.”

Eilif jokingly replied, “And how would you know that?”

Siweard said, “If I didn’t know that I would not be worth my weight in manure as Spymaster.”

At first there was silence and then they all laughed.

Eilif handed the message to his mother. Emma read it to Sigfrið.

She read the message,

“King Sigfrið the Powerful and Righteous. We are requesting your assistance in our current war with Guichard. Cynwrig King of Gwynedd.”

Sigfrið responded, “Short and to the point. I had heard rumors he lacked diplomatic skills and this proves it. What do we know of this war?”

Siweard replied, “Guichard is a French adventurer from Lotharingia in particular the Bishopric of Strassburg. Apparently he is a pretty good general as he has taken Mathrafal and Llangollen. He has also kept the Gwyneddians at bay.”

Sigfrið asked, “I thought Cynwrig called King Robert of Scotland into this war?”

Eilif answered, “Yes he did. The Scottish have not fared well either. Up until the last few months Robert had several rebellions on his hands that kept them busy. Perhaps we should look at subjugating Scotland after the Guichard War is over.”

Sigfrið smiled at Eilif and then asked, “Could Cynwrig lose this war?

Siweard and Eilif replied in unison, “Yes.”

Sigfrið looked at Emma. Emma nodded. Sigfrið turned back to Eilif and Siweard and said, “We therefore must honor our obligation and aid our ally King Cynwrig.”

Siweard and Eilif nodded.

Then Sigfrið said to Eilif, “Raise the levies and destroy this adventurer Guichard.” He then smiled and continued, “Observe the Scots you come across and report back on how well they perform.”

Eilif saluted and said, “Yes milord.”

Eilif and Siweard turned and left the room.

Once they were alone Sigfrið turned to Emma, “I feel this is my last war. Now my son goes and fights my battles.”

Emma squeezed his hand and looked away. She did not want him to see the tear rolling down her cheek.

 

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1 December 982 Richmond

Emma rose from her chair in front of the fireplace to get a drink. She asked Sigfrið if wanted anything. Emma was concerned. He had been complaining of a headache most of the day. At first he was able to move around well but as the day wore on he was getting stiffer and unable to move his arms and legs. Within the past hour he had become more lethargic. At one point he claimed his vision was blurred.

Emma did not get a drink instead she walked to the door and opened it. A courier was stationed there along with the guards. She turned to the courier and ordered, “Get Bengt, the Court Physician and have him come here quickly.”

Emma walked back toward Sigfrið. She asked him several questions but did not receive a response. She hurried her pace. She arrived next to his chair and looked at Sigfrið. He appeared to be sleeping. His eyes were closed and he was breathing. She called his name. No response. She called again and still no response. Her heart began to race. She screamed his name and he did not answer. She fell to her knees crying.

Bengt found her sitting on the floor with her legs under her crying. Bengt ran to Sigfrið. He quickly examined him. He then directed the courier to find Emma’s ladies inwaiting and bring them to the room.

He turned to Emma and helped her to her feet.

Holding her hands Bengt said, “milady.”

Between sobs she asked, “Is he?” She could not finish.

Bengt replied, “No, milady.”

Emma asked, “What is wrong?”

Bengt replied, “He is in a coma.”

Emma choked out, “Why?”

Bengt replied, “I believe he had an apoplexy.”

Emma asked, “Can you cure him?”

Bengt answered, “I do not know, milady, I will try. Most often we just have to wait and his body will heal itself and he will wake if God wills it.”

Emma began to cry again, “What can we do?”

Bengt replied, “We can make him comfortable and pray.”

Emma nodded. Bengt had his assistants move Sigfrið from the chair to his bed. Emma stood by and watched in a trance. Several of her ladies in waiting attended to her.

After Bengt made sure everything was right for Sigfrið in his current condition Bengt approached Emma and said, “Milady, I do not cherish doing this but I am obligated to do so.”

Emma looked at Bengt confused, “What is that?”

Bengt replied, “I must declare that King Sigfrið is incapable to rule.”

Emma eyes widened in shock and tears began to well.

Bengt said, “You are now Regent of the Kingdom of Jorvik. May God watch over and protect you.”

Emma began to cry.

 

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22 February 983 Richmond

Emma stood near the door with her sword in hand. Ready to pounce on anyone who came through the door. The sounds of fighting had faded from the other side of the door but she could still hear them down the hallway.

She looked at the sword and thought when she first held it. She could remember the day vividly. It was about a year after Sigfrið and her were married and she was alone in the courtyard here in Richmond. King Knut walked into the courtyard and over to Emma who was admiring the fountain. He was carrying the very sword she was holding. He handed to her and asked if she knew how to use. She replied that she did not. He commented that if she was a member of this household she would need to know how to use it. He then proceed to give her hr first lesson. She would continue with lessons the rest of her life. Now some 46 years later she thanked God that Knut had given her the sword and that first lesson. She maybe almost 66 years old but she was sure she could take down many attackers in the small space of the room where they could only come at her one at a time.

Her mind raced over the events of the last three months since Sigfrið was declared incapable. A week after she was declared regent Bishop Borkvard of Worcester, the Court Chaplain, and Jarl Waltheof of East Anglia, the Steward of the kingdom maneuvered Council into having Borkvard declared regent. Count Siweard of Lincoln, the Spymaster of Jorvik was not present and once he heard he fled to Prince Eilif in Shrewsbury where the army was gathering for the coming war against Guichard. The day after seizing the regency Borkvard created the Jarldom of Powys with the County of Shrewsbury. Rumor wast that Brokvard was going to appoint himself Count of Shrewsbury and Jarl of Powys. Bishop Borkvard and Count Eadgar of Northampton with troops from Worcester, East Anglia and Northampton arrived at Richmond making Emma and Sigfrið de facto prisoners. After a few days Borkvard and his troops from Worcester left and returned to Jorvik.

The door suddenly opened. Emma readied the sword as a figure entered. Seeing Emma with the sword the figure shouted, “Mother, no it is I Eilif.”

At first she did not believe but the figure stepped into the room. It was EIlif. His sword was in his hand and bloodied. There was blood on his armor. She lowered the sword.

Eilif smiled, “It is not my blood mother. Do not concern yourself.”

Emma ran to him and embraced him. Crying she said, “Thank God you have come.”

Eilif was going to ask her about his father but Count Eadgar of Northampton entered the room.

Eadgar said, “The castle is secure, milord.”

Emma tensed, pointed her sword at Eadgar and asked, “What is he doing here?”

Eilif answered, “Securing the castle and to watch over you and father.”

Emma replied curtly, “Yes to watch over us for that bastard Borkvard.”

Eilif replied, “No for me.”

Emma looked at Eilif with a confused look.

Eilif said, “Borkvard forgot that Eadgar is a vassal of mine and not father. I asked him to join with any group that wanted to replace you as regent and then volunteer to imprison you and father.”

Emma replied looking at Eadgar, “But you and Sigfrið disliked one another.”

Eadgar said, “Yes at one time we did. But I swore my loyalty to Prince Eilif and I am a man of my word. I never did not want Sigfrið to be king, I just some of his power curtailed. I surely do not want someone like Borkvard running the kingdom.”

Emma then looked at Eilif and said, “So this was planned all along.”

Eilif responded, “Yes, Ælfweard and I discussed this plan just before he died.”

Emma started to tear up again.

Eilif asked, “How is father?”

Emma replied, “No change.”

 

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Chapter 5.24

5 March 983 Jorvik

Eilif stood in the throne room on the steps below his father’s throne. His father had not been in attendance here for many years. He had chosen to stay in Richmond since his illness stole his ability to move. The few bodies dressed in livery of the Bishopric of Worcester had been removed. When Eilif and his troops from the Barony of Jorvik, the Bishopric of St Peters, the City of Skardaborg, and Counties of Lancaster and Northampton, arrived the gates to Jorvik were opened to them. The only resistance they found was at the palace. That resistance was quickly dispatched.

There was a disturbance at the entryway to the throne room. Eilif turned to face the entry gripping the hilt of his sheathed sword. Count Eadgar of Northampton followed by several troops entered the room. The troops were leading two men whose hands were bound in chains. Count Siweard of Lincoln followed the group into the room.

The two shackled men were brought before Eilif. They were unceremoniously thrown to the ground. They quickly tried to rise but several soldiers prevent them from standing.

Eilif looked at the two men and in voice filled with malice said, “Bishop Borkvard and Jarl Waltheof.”

Borkvard looked up at the prince, and said, “By what right do you come here and attack me? I am regent.”

Eilif looked up to see Haraldr Akra, Chancellor of Jorvik being escorted into the room by guards.

Eilif looked down at Borkvard, “Regent you say. Since we have five members of the King’s Council here let’s put it to a vote.”

Eilif looked around the room and said, “I vote to remove you.”

Siweard then said, “I also vote to remove you.”

Haraldr looked frightened as he said, “I vote for removal.”

Borkvard smirked, “You seem to forget that as regent I have my vote along with the king’s vote and any ties as regent I decide.” Borkvard looked at Waltheof and his smile got bigger.

Eilif looked at Waltheof and asked, “And how do you vote Steward?”

Waltheof looked around the room. Other than Borkvard there were no allies. All the men were either Eilif’s men or Eadgar’s men. Waltheof thought hard and came to the conclusion that a no vote would most likely cost him his life.

Waltheof sheepishly said, “I vote for removal.”

Borkvard’s face first was confused and then fearful.

Eilif said, “Four votes to two. Bishop Borkvard you are no longer my father’s regent.”

Siweard then said, “I proposed that Prince Eilif be appointed regent.”

Eilif smiled. Haraldr and Waltheof quickly voted for Eilif.

Eilif said, “I thank you fellow Council members for your confidence in me.” He then looked at Borkvard and Waltheof and said, “As my first official act as regent, Bishop Borkvad you are removed as Court Chaplain, and Jarl Waltheof you are no longer Steward.”

Waltheof protested, “But milord, I voted your way.”

Eilif replied, “To save your life. You past transgressions against my mother and father are not forgiven. As for you Borkvard your fate will be decided later.” He then looked up and ordered, “Guards take these two to the dungeons.”

The guards grabbed them and marched them out of the room. Eilif walked to Haraldr. Haraldr was almost shaking with fear. When Borkvard had proposed to remove Emma as regent he voted against the queen and then voted to install Borkvard as regent.

Eilif looked Haraldr and said, “Your actions just now do not atone fully for what you did to my mother. Since you did the right thing I will allow you to make a choice.”

Haraldr swallowed and took a deep breath, “I resign as Chancellor.”

Eilif smiled, “Good choice.” Eilif nodded at the guards. The guards then escorted Haraldr from the room.

Eadgar and Siweard approached Eilif.

Eilif said to them, “For my father and mother and myself I sincerely thank you both.”

Siweard said, “It was our honor to serve our king.”

Siweard then turned serious, “Milord you cannot run the kingdom with only three councilors. You must fill the open positions.”

Eilif said, “You are correct. Bengt will be Court Chaplain and Mayor Ingemar of Skardaborg will be Steward. These positions are temporary until we decide who will permanently hold the positions.”

Siweard nodded.

Eadgar asked, “And who would will be Chancellor?”

Eilif smiled and replied, “You of course.”

Eadagr was taken aback, “Me milord? My diplomatic skills are not the worthy of such a position.”

Eilif chuckled, “I am not here to debate. I need someone I can trust. When the war is done we will sort out who will hold the position permanently.”

Eadgar nodded reluctantly.

The three began to leave the throne room. They were stopped by several guards dragging a struggling man into the room. When the guards saw the three they stopped and threw the man down.

One guard said, “We found him trying to escape.”

Eadgar looked at the man and anger showed on his face, “Thurcytel!”

Thurcytel looked at Eilif, then Siweard, and finally Eadgar, “Father? You are with them?”

Eadgar replied, “Yes, I am loyal to my king.”

Thurcytel said, “Then you are a fool. Borkvard was our last hope to prevent further needless wars and curtail the absolute power of the king.”

Eadagr then slapped Thurcytel across the face, “You are no son of mine.”

Thurcytel replied, “You have made that abundantly clear for many years. You always sided with Eilif when we were children and now you are still doing so against your own blood and common sense.”

Eadgar reached for his sword. Siweard stepped between Eadgar and Thurcytel. Eilif looked at Eadgar and then back to Thurcytel.

Eilif then said to Thurcytel, “You have always brought shame to your father.”

Before Thurcytel could replied Eilif ordered the guards to remove him to the dungeons. The guards had to forcibly remove Thurcytel as he punched and kicked at them while cursing Eadgar and Eilif. Finally one of the guards put Thurcytel’s struggles to an end with the but of his halbred.

Eadgar said to Eilif, “Milord, I am sorry for that.”

Eilif replied, “There is no need.Thurcytel is an adult and he is permitted to make his own bad decisions.”

Eilif then said to them, “Come counselors we must go and rescue King Cynwrig from Guichard.”

 

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10 November 983 Hereford

Eilif stood in the nave of the small village church as the cold rain pounded down the roof. With him stood Count Siweard of Lincoln and King Cynwrig. Eilif noticed that no one represented the Scottish. Their performance in the war had been abysmal. They were routed at every battle they fought and the one time they fought with Count Siweard they fled from the field before the battle was done.

Once Eilif and his Jorvikian armies entered the war the tide turned against Guichard. Eilif retook Marthraf in May. Llangollen was recaptured in August. Guichard foolishly retreated into Gloucester. Eilif trapped Guichard and his army near Gloucester and destroyed it on October 15th.

Guichard again retreated this time into County Hereford. Eilif followed closely, Count Siweard maneuvered eastward from County Powys. Between the two Guichard was trapped close to this village near Hereford.

Guichard walked into the nave. Despite being defeated the man was proud and demanded respect. There would be no kneeling from this man. Cynwrig was about to order the guards to force Guichard to kneel when Eilif spoke, “Lord Guichard.”

Guichard replied respectfully, “Prince Eilif.”

Cynwrig glared at both Eilif and Guichard.

Eilif asked, “Do you agree to the terms?”

Guichard replied, “I do.”

Siweard then spoke, “You will pay King Cynwrig 300 gold, and King Eilif 200 gold. You will then march to Gloucester and board your ships. Your ships will then be escorted to the coast of Brittany.”

Guichard nodded. He saluted Eilif and then left the church.

King Cynwrig turned to Eilif and angrily said, “How dare you bargain and accept a surrender for me?”

Eilif looked at the Gynweddian king, “You forget whose soil you stand on. If it had not been for my father’s armies your cities would still be held by Guichard and he would eventually depose you.”

Cynwrig said, “Your father had a obligation to defend us.”

Eilif said, “ you are correct. Perhaps we should have answered the call and camped on our side of the border and watch your armies being crushed and you lead naked through the streets in chains.”

Cynwrig snorted and spun around. He then stormed out of the church.

Siweard said, “You were hard on him.”

Eilif replied, “I will not waste another drop of Jorvikian blood on that lunatic. The Great Pox eats away at his mind and all he understands now is needless violence and cruelty. He also needed to be reminded of his place and who is the true power in Wales.”

Siweard nodded.

Eilif continued, “Make sure Guichard and what's left of his army makes it to Gloucester without any problems from Cynwrig. Also have General Najib shadow King Cynwrig and his army on their way back to Gwynedd.”

Siweard answered, “Yes milord.”

As Siweard was walking out of the nave Eilif said to him, “When we return to Richmond we must discuss the Scottish and what we should do about them.”

 

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25 January 984 Richmond

Eilif reined the galloping horse almost to halt. Before the horse came to a full stop Eilif swung around in the saddle and lept from the back of the horse. As he landed he threw the reins to a surprised guard. Eilif quickly flew up the stairs and into the palace. He navigated the hallways at break neck speed.

By the time he reached his father’s chamber he was out of breath. At the door to the room he was meet by Court Physician Bengt. Bengt looked tired and exhausted. His shoulders sagged and there were bags under his eyes. He reached out and stopped Eilif.

Eilif was angry the physician blocked his way. One look into Bengt’s eyes and the tension in Eilif drained and was replaced by dread.

Bengt said to him, “Sire, you father has passed.”

All the strength and energy seemed to drain from Eilif.

Bengt said, “He stopped breathing about a half an hour ago. Your mother was with him and his passing was peaceful.”

Eilif head lowered and tears welled up in eyes. Bengt opened the door to chamber. Eilif gradually walked into the chamber. Sigfrið looked like he was sleeping. Eilif walked toward the bed. He then realized that someone was sitting in the chair next to the bed. Slowly the person’s head turned. His mother, Emma, rose from the chair. Tears rolled down her cheeks. Eilif stepped toward her. She hugged him and cried heavily into his chest.

Emma let Eilif go. She turned and reached for something on the table beside the bed. She picked up the item and handed it to Eilif. It was the king’s scepter.

Emma said to Eilif, “It is yours now, You are now the king.”

Her words hung heavy in the air as Eilif stared at her.

 

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Chapter 6.1 Eilif

13 February 984 Lancaster

Eilif rose from the bed and walked over to the table and poured himself some wine. He poured a second cup and walked back to the bed. He sat on the side of the bed and handed the cup to Countess Cyneswith of Bedford. He leaned over and kissed her.

“You seem like you a hundred of miles from here,” said Eilif.

“I am sorry, my darling,” Cyneswith responded.

Eilif said, “Whatever is troubling you must be of great importance to worry a woman as strong as yourself.”

Cyneswith closed her eyes and took several measured breathes. She hesitated but finally said, “It is Count Rögnvaldr of Gloucester.”

Eilif asked, “What of Rögnvaldr?”

Cyneswith replied, “Do you remember the meeting we had in Dinefwr?”

Eilif answered, “Yes, the time when Ælfweard nearly killed Rögnvaldr?”

Cyneswith responded, “Yes. The next morning Rögnvaldr cornered me in the hallway. He told me if I left the faction or even thought to leave the faction he would kill me.”

Eilif said, “There has to be more. I have seen you laugh off threats like that.”

Cyneswith looked away from Eilif, “He reminded me how his brother Kettil died by an assassin's blade in the night, and how Jedvard was killed in an explosion. An explosion that killed those who were with him. His implication was quite clear that any near to me could die also.”

“Later in at a meeting in Ipswich he threatened my children directly. I have lived in fear of him ever since.”

Eilif sat silently listening. Anger began to burn in him like an out of control fire. “I have no direct way of punishing him. I have no claim to Gloucester. He has made no direct threat on me or the royal family. He flaunts my inability to punish him and uses it to torture both of us.”

“My father tried to prove that Rögnvaldr was behind the death of his brother and nephew. My uncle Totil was leading the investigation when he suffered an apoplexy. Some rumoured that Rögnvaldr was responsible. I know my Aunt Eadburg still does. Nothing has ever been proven against Rögnvaldr, he is too sly. One day he will make a mistake.”

Cyneswith started to sob, “I wish to tell you for a long time but I feared that you would rsent being for being part of the faction.”

Eilif smiled and said, “I knew for many years and it did not trouble me. I knew that the faction would never succeed against my father. I doubt that they will have much luck against me.”

Cyneswith looked at him crossly, “And why is that?”

Eilif replied, “It is simply about numbers, my father and now I control as many levies as the other lords combined. It makes any challenges to the king’s authority very difficult to say the least.”

Cyneswith half smiled, “But that still does not help me. I am stuck in a dark place.” She then began to cry, “I am in constant fear for my children’s life. You are king you must be able to do something ”

Eilif hugged her and said, “There is nothing I can do directly to Rögnvaldr. My father tried to prove Rögnvaldr’s involvement in the death of Count Kettil and Count Jedvard. He was not able to do so. The closest we ever came was his reaction when Ælfweard accused him back in Dinefwr.”

Cyneswith cried at him, “But you are king!”

Eilif replied, “Yes I am but I must abide by certain laws and traditions otherwise no one would trust or follow me.”

Cyneswith put her head in her hands and cried, “Then there is no hope.”

Eilif hugged her and said, “You could plot his death but that would take too long and there is much uncertainty with it.”

Cyneswith buried her face into his chest and cried harder.

Eilif said, “There is one thing but I hesitate unless you feel there is no other way. It should remove you from Rögnvaldr’s attention.”

Cyneswith looked up with hope in her eyes, “Yes what is it?”

Eilif replied, “As you are aware that many in the kingdom felt I had too many titles so I appointed some new vassals.”

Cyneswith said, “Yes you made Anlaufr Jarl of Powys, Cytelbearn who is the son of Count Siweard of Lincoln Count of Mann, and Ingólfr Count of Leicester. But how will that help me?”

Eilif replied, “I could transfer your vassalage to Jarl Anlaufr of Powys.”

Cyneswith asked, “And what would that accomplish expect make me subject to another?”

Eilif said, “You would no longer be a direct vassal to me. Your levies could not be raised against me unless Anlaufr ordered it and even then you could rebel against him. You would no longer fit into any of Rögnvaldr’s schemes. The reason to threaten you would be gone.”

Cyneswith sighed and then said, “In order to save my children’s lives it looks like I have no other choice.”

Eilif smiled, “Just because I am no longer your direct liege doesn’t mean that we have to stop our occasionally meetings.”

Cyneswith looked at him, “You have only one thing on your mind.” She then smiled and kissed him. Eilif returned her kiss and they slipped under the covers.

 

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4 July 984 Richmond

King Eilif left the Queen Mother Emma’s chambers quietly. He gently closed the door as not to wake her. Bishop Snorri of St Davids, the Court Physician and Court Chaplin was waiting for him in the corridor.

Eilif said, “She slips away a little more each day. In the six months since my father’s passing she had declined rapidly. She was once a strong woman now she cannot get out of bed or feed herself. And when she does feed herself it is usually with wine.”

Snorri responded, “There is little we can do. Her love for your father was great. Now that he is gone there is only emptiness. I fear that she has lost the will to live. She suffers greatly from a broken heart.”

Eilif said, “I wish Sigurðr was older. Teaching him how to be king would give her purpose.”

Snorri said, “We will pray that one day she undertakes such an endeavor.”

The two men quietly walked in silence down the corridor. They descended the staircase and entered the empty throne room. They walked across the room and entered the Council Chambers.

The other Council members were already present. There was Hjalmar Haraldrsson, the Chancellor of Jorvik. Hjalmar’s father, Haraldr, had fled from the Jarldom of Kurland to escape the cruelty of his father Jarl Hjalmar the Bewitched. Haraldr became Steward under King Sigfrið. Unfortunately lunacy brought on by the Great Pox caused Haraldr to be removed as Steward. During the Regency of Bishop Borkvard Haraldr was appointed Chancellor. Haraldr quickly resigned when Eilif became regent. When Borkvard seized the regency Hjalmar fled to Eilif. There his shrewd mind aided with the planning of the coup. He was instrumental in obtaining backing for Eilif from many lords. Eilif rewarded his service with appointing him Chancellor.

Also present was Anlaufr Hrolfrsson Hvitserk, the Marshal of Jorvik. Anlaufr’s father was Count Hrolfr of Westmoreland. Hroldr died in battle during his rebellion against Eilif’s uncle Prince Totil, Jarl of Lancaster. Anlaufr’s grandfather was the infamous Count Ragnarr the Seducer of Westmoreland. Anlaufr and Eilif are 2nd cousins 3 times removed. Anlaufr served Eilif as Marshal when he was Jarl of Lancaster. When Eilif became king he brought his trusted Marshal with him and appointed him Jarl of Powys and Count of Shrewsbury.

The Steward of Jorvik was Ingólfr Holmgersson Yngling legitimized bastard son of King Holmger of Noregr. When Ingólfr’s father died Sörkver was elected king. Sörkver would go on to earn the title the Terrible. Ingólfr fled Noregr to escape from the horrors of Sörkver’s regien. Eventually Sörkver was removed and replaced with Einarr, Ingólfr’s younger half brother. Ingólfr wondered about Lotharingia and East Francia before landing in Dyfed. Once in Dyfed he joined Eilif’s levy. He was not much of a solider but showed a knack for making money. He quickly found himself Steward of Deheubarth and eventually Lancaster. As with Anlaufr Eilif appointed his counselor from Lancaster to the same role in the kingdom. He also made Ingólfr Count of Leicester.

Bishop Snorri of St Davids rose from a simple parish priest in a small village in Dyfed. With his ken mind and understanding of Scriptures Snorri was noticed by the church hierarchy and he rose quickly within the church. A couple of years before Eilif became Jarl of Deheubarth and Count of Dyfed Snorri was appointed Bishop of St Davids. There he continued his studies and his interpretations of Scriptures bordered on heresy. Once Eilif was Jarl of Deheubarth he appointed Snorri Court Chaplain and Court Physician, Again Eilif unwaveringly appointed Snorri as Court Chaplain and when Bengt died Court Physician.

Lastly there was Count Siweard of Lincoln, Spymaster of Jorvik. Siweard was the only holdover from King Sigfrið’s Council. Siweard’s unyielding support of King Sigfrið and Queen Emma during the regency crisis earned him that privilege. It also earned Siweard’s son Cytelbearn the title Count of Mann.

When Eilif entered the chamber the Councilors all stood. Snorri walked over to his chair at the table. Eilif proceeded to the head of the table and sat down. Once he did so the other Councilors returned to their seats except Snorri. Eilif nodded at Snorri.

Snorri bowed his head. The king and the Counselors followed suit. The Snorri spoke in Latin, “In the Name of the Father and of the Son and the Holy Ghost we pray. Almighty God we humbly ask you to guide our thoughts and decisions at this meeting so that we may be wise and just and do the work of your Holy Church and the Kingdom of Jorvik. We now pray as your Son taught us…” The Councilors and king then recited the Lord's Prayer. At the conclusion Snorri replied, “Amen.” He concluded the prayer with the Sign of the Cross. Once the prayer was done he took his seat.

Eilif then said, “We shall start the meeting discussing how certain lords of the kingdom feel that I am a bad king who cannot be allowed to act in the best interest of the kingdom.”

This brought a chuckle from all those present.

Siweard spoke, “I shall start with a personal embarrassment. That being my foolish son, Cytelbearn, who the king graciously granted the County of Mann now thinks he should be independent.”

Anlaufr said, “Since he has only one vassal and a levy of less than 500 we can attribute his misplaced passion to his youthfulness.”

Eilif said, “When reality sets in he will lose enthusiasm for being on his own. Being surrounded by the Scottish, Irish, and Swedes will convince him Jorvikian protection is best for him.”

Siweard said, “There is the matter of Count Þorgil of Gwent who fancies he can overthrow the king.”

Hjalmar said, “I still do not understand how Þorgil thinks that he can overthrow the king by himself.”

Snorri replied, “He is a dreamer and thinks that he is more powerful than he truly is.”

Siweard said, “There is that faction we have been dealing with for decades. That being the misguided group that feels that this council needs more power. “

Snorri said, “They seemed to forget that the Council’s purpose is to advise the king not overrule him or order him about.”

All in the Council nodded their agreement.

Siweard continued, “Jarl Waltheof of East Anglia is their leader. Count Þorgil of Gwent and Count Padern of Glamorgan are his current followers. Even now as we meet they meet in Thetford.”

Ingólfr said, “It seems Waltheof still has not forgiven you for his removal as Steward.”

Siweard said, “Without some other lords there is little hope for their faction to become any kind of threat.”

Hjalmar said, “They will gain strength during the coming war.”

Eilif said, “We must be prepared for that occurrence. A few lords may join with them. However, if we remain committed they should be of little concern to us.”

Snorri asked, “Speaking of war is the intended target still Scotland?”

Eilif responded, “It is what my father wanted. We shall make King Alpin III of Scotland tributary to us.”

Anlaufr said, “Given their performance in Gwynedd during the war against Guichard the war should not be a long one.”

Eilif said, “We shall disrupt the council power faction.”

Ingólfr asked, “How will we do that?”

Siweard answered, “Padern has a claim on the County of Powys.”

Snorri asked, “What is important about that?”

Eilif said, “We will declare a war for Padern’s claim for Powys against King Cynwrig of Gwynedd.”

Ingólfr asked, “Two wars at once?”

Anlaufr responded, “Cynwrig is very weak. Any war with him will not last long.”

Hjalmar said, “There is one more matter we need to discuss. Count Eadgar of Northampton.”

Ingólfr said, “Yes, he grows more and more hostile toward the crown. I fear he will join with the council power faction.”

Eilif said, “Perhaps I should transfer his vassalage to someone else.”

Anlaufr spoke, “I do not want him.”

Eilif smiled, “No I was thinking Jarl Waltheof.”

Snorri asked, “Won’t that make the council power faction stronger.”

Eilif said, “I doubt it. Waltheof considers Eadgar a traitor since Eadgar opposed Borkvard. Eadgar regards Waltheof a traitor because he supported Borkvard. It will be an interesting pairing. Waltheof will be too busy dealing with Eadgar to have any time to get into any mischief.”

Several of the Counselors smiled and chuckled.

Eilif then said, “If there is no other business then I declare this meeting finished.”

The counselors began to leave but Siweard delayed. Once all the other counselors departed Siweard approached the king.

Eilif said, “Count Siweard?”

Siweard replied, “Milord I am fearful of the plan. If things go wrong there could be major repercussions.”

Eilif responded, “I understand but as we discussed it must go forward for the good of the kingdom. You are the one who faces the real danger.”

Siweard replied, “I am and always will be your servant, milord.”

 

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16 July 984 Bedford

Count Padern was on edge. His being in Bedford was supposed to have been a secret or at the very least without fanfare. Here he was returning from a secret meeting with fellow conspirators against the king’s power, traveling in the lands of one of the king’s mistresses. The last thing he wanted was to be noticed. But he had been noticed. The Countess sent a messenger to invite him to her castle. He could not refuse her invitation. Doing so would bring more attention upon himself then the fact he was traveling in her lands unannounced.

Padern rode into the bailey of Cyneswith’s castle. There he was met by Countess Cyneswith and her children.

“Greetings Count Padern. We are so glad you have accepted our invitation,” Cyneswith said.

Padern dismounted along with his men. He returned her greeting, “Thank you Countess and greetings to you and your family.” Cyneswith extended her hand. Padern took into and kissed the back of her hand.

Cyneswith smiled and replied, “Let me introduce you to my children. This is Ealdgyth.” Padern took the 11 year old girl’s hand, bowed, and kissed the back of her hand. Ealdgyth blushed.

Cyneswith continued, “This is Ealdmond.” Padern shook the 4 year old boy’s hand. The child’s eyes lit up.

Cyneswith then pointed to the baby being held by a servant, “And finally Sigeræd.”

Padern noticed that the countess was with child and said, “Milady you should not be greeting me here. You should be resting.”

Cyneswith smiled, “No I am fine. The physician and midwives say the baby will come in either October or November.”

Padern said, “I do not see your husband.” Padern had heard rumors that Cyneswith and her husband were for all intents and purposes living separate lives.

Cyneswith replied, “Thurfrith is in Rhuddlan overseeing some affairs in Perfeddwlad.”

Cyneswith then said, “Food and drink have been laid out for your men. They can follow my servant, Hacon.” Hacon approached and Cyneswith pointed to him. Padern nodded and his men followed Hacon.

Cyneswith then turned to Padern and said, “Let us get out of this sun. Please come with me.”

Padern followed Cyneswith into the keep.

He followed Cyneswith until she reached her study. She opened the door and ushered him in. Once in the room he saw her desk with two high back chairs facing it. Bookcases lined one wall. The other opened onto a balcony that overlooked the keep’s courtyard. Behind her desk hung the banner of County of Bedford, three white shells on a black field.

Cyneswith walked around to the back of the desk. She motioned to Padern to sit in the chair to the left. As Padern walked over to the chair he felt like he was being watched. Padern sat in the chair. He then suddenly realized the chair next to him was occupied. With a mild curse under his breath he turned to look at the person seated in the chair. When he saw the person a cold chill ran down his spine. He looked over at Cyneswith who was now seated in her chair.

Cyneswith said, “Count Padern you know Count Siweard don’t you?”

Padern asked in a fearful voice, “What is doing here?”

Siweard smirked and replied, “I am not here to ask questions about a meeting in Thetford hosted by the Jarl of East Anglia and attended by the Count of Glamorgan and yourself.”

Padern was beginning to panic. He was trapped and he knew it.

Siweard continued, “I am here as a friend with an offer.”

Padern stuttered, “An offer what kind of offer?” Padern’s mind was racing. Was the Spymaster toying with him? What did he know? Was he one step from the king’s dungeons?

Siweard said, “You have a claim on Powys do you not?”

Padern responded cautiously, “You know I do.”

Siweard asked, “Would you like to see your claim pressed?”

Padern replied, “Of course I would but I do not have the levies to do so.”

Siweard asked, “What if help could be provided?”

Padern said, “Help? Other than myself, only the king the could declare a claim war.”

Siweard smiled.

Suddenly Padern thought he knew what was happening. He was not sure how he felt about. The shrewd old spymaster was maneuvering him.

Padern asked, “Why would the king help me?”

Siweard said, “Friendship.”

Padern almost laughed out loud, “Eilif does nothing out of friendship.”

“It is disappointing to hear you do not trust your king,” a voice came out of the shadows.

Padern stood up and spun around. A figure stepped out of the shadows. Padern almost swallowed his tongue. He quickly took a knee.

Padern said sheepishly, “Sire, I did not mean it that way.”

King Eilif stepped out of the shadows, “Yes you did. And you are not all wrong. While I desire your friendship I also desire your support.”

Eilif motioned to Padern that he could rise. Padern did so slowly watching the shadows for some unknown assailant.

Padern replied, “Having the support of the king is a favor I could never fully repay or forget.”

Eilif said, “That is good to hear from such a loyal vassal.”

Padern said, “Thank you milord.”

Eilif smiled, “I will now leave you and Siweard to work out the details.”

Cyneswith walked around the desk to Eilif. He took her hand and lead her out of the room leaving a dumbfounded Padern.

Once in the hallway and the door closed, Eilif said, “What Padern does not realize is supporting his claim takes me one step closer to controlling all of Wales.”

Cyneswith smiled and replied, “And taking another shot at Cynwrig.”

Eilif said, “An added benefit for sure. Controlling Powys will give me enough de jure counties to usurp the Kingdom of Gwynedd from Cynwrig.”

Eilif walked down the hallway with Cyneswith very satisfied with himself. He would have his war with Scotland, the council power faction would be in shambles, and he would bring another county under his kingdom.

 

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Chapter 6.2

27 October 894 Near Bishopric of Carlisle, County of Cumberland

The air was cold and crisp. Winter was quickly approaching. In the king’s tent the small stove barely kept the cold out. The king and his Spymaster were seated near the stove.

Siweard spoke, “Winter is coming quicker than expected.”

Eilif said, “I fear we will have snow in a couple of weeks. It will make pursuing the Scottish all that more difficult.”

Siweard said, “It was a bold move by Count Conan of Carrick to march through English Lothian and into Cumberland with 3000 men.”

Eilif said, “With Jarl Leofweald embroiled in civil war he knew that there would be few troops in Cumberland. He planned to reach Westmoreland. By doing so the Scots were hoping that there would be decent in the kingdom that would lead to unhappy vassals forcing an end to the war. He got the opposite. The levys rallied quickly. His supply lines were attacked both in Cumberland and English Lothian. Once Arthwys appeared with our army Conan had to retreat.”

Siweard said, “I wonder how Count Eadgar of Northampton is handling his new Jarl.”

Eilif responded, “That is not my concern. He served his purpose.”

Siweard said, “I thought he was an ally but after your father died he turned against you. I still do not understand why.”

Eilif said, “Apparently he had this dream that if he helped me against Borkvard I would grant him all his wishes. While I did many favors for him I would not grant him the one he truly wanted. I would not grant more power to the Council. Once he learned that I would not grant him that desire he began conspiring against me. His son Thurcytel has joined with him.”

Siweard responded, “I never fully trusted him. I felt his aid against Borkvard was not for the kingdom but was for himself.”

Eilif said, “I repaid his disloyalty by transferring his vassalage to Jar Waltheof.”

Siweard said, “A good move for you. Along with some gold, transferring Eadgar convinced Jarl Waltheof to support you and the wars against Scotland and Gwynedd.”

Eilif said, “Waltheof liked the idea. At some point he can enact his revenge on Eadgar for Eadgar’s betrayal of Borkvard.”

Siweard said, “That is if Eadgar does not rebel against him first.”

Eilif said, “True, that would be a problem now that Jarl Waltheof is commanding our armies in Gwynedd. He has already defeated Gwydolin ap Edryd at Caersws in County Powys earlier this month.”

Siweard said, “I must be off. I have to go and join my army that has been gathering in Bamborg. Once everything is ready we will be sailing to Gowrie.”

Eilif said, “I wish you luck.”

Siweard stood and took his leave from King Eilif.

 

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7 February 985 County of Tir Eoghain

Eilif could see his breath as walked toward the command tent in the false dawn. He pulled the heavy furs tighter around himself, however they seemed to have any effect on the cold. In the semi darkness he picked his steps carefully. No telling where there was an icy patch among the stones he stepped over. At first Eilif enjoyed the silence of the night, but now the sounds of the awakening army now filled the air

Eilif arrived at the command tent. Even at this early hour he found it bristling with activity. The center of activity was Mayor Arthwys of Carmathen, the commander of the army. Arthwys barked out orders at a dizzying pace. Runners came to him and left messages. He would read them and then send the runner off on another mission. Arthwys had an army to get moving. They were in pursuit of the Scottish army commanded by Count Conan of Carrick. The pursuit had been ongoing since October. It had begun in Cumberland and then into Tevoitdale, part of English Lothian. There in December near Jedburgh Arthwys handily defeated Conan. The pursuit had then continued into Galloway and across the North Channel to Ulaidh. The chase continued through Tír Eoghain. Now they were about to enter Scottish Tyrconnell.

Eilif began to walk toward Arthwys but a servant appeared and offered the king a cup of steaming broth. Eilif gratefully took the cup. He held the hot cup in hands enjoying the warmth. He blew lightly on the liquid and took a small sip testing how hot the broth was. He then took a couple of more steps. Arthwys joined the king with his own cup of broth. Neither said anything as they both tried to drain the heat from the broth.

Arthwys said, “I hope you enjoy the broth this morning. The cook should have something to eat ready shortly.”

Eilif replied, “The broth is truly appreciated.”

Arthwys said, “I fear we have another long day ahead of us.”

Eilif asked, “will we catch Conan today?”

Arthwys rubbed the back of his neck and replied, “truthfully, sire, I doubt it. Conan’s army is half the size of ours and as such can move quicker on these primitive, ice laden, deer trails the Irish call roads. If our cavalry could only get around Conan’s army and put up roadblocks then we could slow him down.”

Eilif said, “In a day or two we cross into Tyrconnell. Earl Stephan is a Scottish vassal perhaps the roads will be better.”

Arthwys responded, “Anything is possible but I doubt. The Scots are not much more advanced than the Irish. Since we will be in Scottish territory we will have to be more careful. There could be Scottsmen behind every tree. We will have to watch our supply lines otherwise we could find ourselves starving.”

Eilif knew a winter campaign relied on the supplies it received from Jorvik. “Once we reach Tyrconnell you may begin foraging again.”

Arthwys responded, “Many of the soldiers will be happy about that order. My only concern is how much Conan will leave for us. His army cut a swath through Ulaidh and Tír Eoghain foraging as they went along. Even if you allowed the army to forage I doubt there would have been much for us.”

Eilif replied, “I know many did not approve of my no forage order. We do not need enemies behind us if we can prevent it. Chief Garalt of Ulaidh and Earl Gilla-Ruad of Tír Eoghain were wary and suspicious of us. They wonder when I will try to make tributes out of them as my father did.

Arthwys said, “I understand.”

Just then servants began arriving carrying plates of food.

Arthwys said, “The morning meal is here. Please enjoy yourself.”

Eilif nodded and gave Arthwys his leave. The commander walked over to the waiting messengers and began firing off orders again.

Eilif walked over to the meal table and sat down. A servant placed a plate of food before the king. Eilif suddenly realized how hungry he actually was and began eating.

While he was eating Eilif noticed Bishop Hrolfr of Burton entering the tent. Hrolfr saw the king and Eilif motioned for the bishop to join him. Hrolfr walked over and sat down. A servant placed a plate of food before him.

Hrolfr said, “Thank you milord for inviting me to dine with you.”

Eilif replied, “No need to be so formal here.

Hrolfr began eating with gusto. Eilif then remembered the bishop had been leading a scouting patrol for the last couple of weeks.

Hrolfr said, “It is good to have some hot food again.”

Eilif asked,”How did your scouting go?”

Hrolfr replied, “Very well. Oriel is mostly empty of troops. Their levies are fighting with Conan. Most of the cities have garrisons and the gates were closed. Moving around the county can be challenging as there are few good roads. Bréifne is more less the same except we were welcomed in the towns as long as we paid. I did see any signs that King Rogallach of Connachta had any intentions of joining with the Scots.”

Eilif said, “That is good to hear.”

Hrolfr then said, “Where are my manners? I want to congratulate you. I heard that Queen Elisabeth is with child.”

Eilif was all smiles, “Thank you.”

Hrolfr said, “I also found out that Jarl Waltheof defeated the Gwyneddian army near Ilchester.”

The two continued talking through two more plates of breakfast. Eventually Hrolfr was called over to Arthwys to make his report. Eilif decided to return to his tent and ready himself for the day’s march.

*****

Eilif entered his tent. He was surprised to find Bishop Snorri of Snorri waiting. The Court Chaplin was sitting near the stove trying to keep warm. Beside looking miserable from the cold Snorri appeared dark and gloomy.

Eilif said to him, “From the way you look you can not be bearing good news.”

Snorri replied, “I am not.” The bishop paused. Then continued after a deep sigh, “Your son Prince Sigurðr died 12 days ago.”

Eilif recoiled like he was punched. He mumbled, “the curse on my family strikes again,” as he sat heavily into his chair.

Snorri asked, “Did you say something, sire?”

Eilif in a choked up voice asked, “What happened? Was it the Slow Fever?”

Snorri replied, “It was not the Slow Fever. The Slow fever has not moved beyond County Lancaster.”

Eilif asked, “Then what was it?”

Snorri replied, “Sigurðr came down with a cough and fever several weeks before he died. We thought he had recovered but the cough returned and he developed pneumonia. It was that which killed him.”

Eilif held his head in hands. Tears ran down his cheeks.

He looked up at Snorri and ordered, “If the Slow fever spreads to Jorvik move Queen Elisabeth to place where it is not. Do you understand?”

Snorri replied, “yes, milord.”

Eilif said, “Now leave me to my grief.”

Snorri nodded and left the tent.

 

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14 June 985 Radnor, County of Powys

“Returning to Jorvik after Sigurðr’s death was such a mistake, Eilif said to Snorri as they rode through the village streets.

“I had thought Elisabeth and I had truly reconciled our marriage. I had not had any affairs or even thought about having any for months. She is even with child now. I returned hoping to console her and try to come to understand why Sigurðr had to die when he did. “

Snorri replied, “Your intentions were true.”

Eilif said, “All I found was a wife who was cold and distance. She barely spoke to me and avoided me at every opportunity. She became more and more withdrawn. Our few times together were just a series of awkward silences. I could not tolerate the situation any longer and decided to return to the army.”

Snorri said, “I understand, Perhaps after the baby is born she will feel different.”

Eilif was silent. He knew that Elisabeth’s coldness had driven him into the bed of another. On his way to Ireland he spent several days in Rhuddlan and rekindled his affair with Cyneswith. Cyneswith had traveled with him through much of the campaign. She had only left the camp at Radnor a few days before Snorri arrived.

Eilif said, “By the time I rejoined the army, Jarl Waltheof had the war here in Gwynedd well in hand. He had taken Mathrafal and Llangollen feel shortly thereafter.”

Snorri said, “But you did help Arthwys in Leinster. Did you not?”

Eilif replied with a smile, “I am not sure if you can call it help. All my small force of guards and some infantry did was act as a blocking force against the Scots.”

Snorri replied, “But that allowed Arthwys to trap and destroy the Scottish army at Ferns. Now there are no Scottish forces of any substantial size left in Ireland.”

“You were able to then cross over from Ireland and aid Waltheof in taking Radnor.”

Eilif said, “Waltheof did not need our aid. Radnor was doomed. We just made it happened sooner. That is all.”

Just then they reached the square where the church was located. Eilif brought his party to a halt. Eilif scanned the square. He could see that King Cynwrig of Gwynedd had arrived earlier. His guards and some knights milled around the churchyard and the square. Eilif waited. He would not enter the church until all those invited were gathered.

Count Padern of Glamorgan and his party rode into the square and the church. The count and several members of his party entered the church.

Eilif then signaled his party and they rode toward the church. Upon seeing the king and his party arrive the men of Glamorgan, East Anglia, Dyfed, and even those of Gwynedd came to attention. Eilif took special care to acknowledge the men from Gwynedd. He suspected that many of them did not care for their king Cynwrig the Fowler. He wanted them to feel that the KIng of Jorvik respected them.

As Eilif ascended the steps to the church the guards at the door came to attention. Eilif entered the vestibule and was met by his Chancellor Hjalmar Haraldrsson and Steward Count Ingólfr of Leicester.

Eilif asked, “Is all ready?”

Ingólfr answered, “Yes, Sire.”

Eilif asked, “Any problems with the priests?”

Snorri answered, “At first but they were quickly convinced that such proceedings held more weight when performed in the presence of God.”

Hjalmar added, “A little donation didn’t hurt either.”

Eilif was escorted into the nave.

The crier banged his metal staff on the floor announcing Eilif’s arrival, “Eilif Sigfrið Hvitserk, Baron of Richmond, Count of Dyfed, Worcester, Warwick, Djuraby, Chester, Lancaster, and Jorvik, Jarl of Deheubarth, Lancaster, Mann, and Jorivk. King of Jorvik.”

Eilif walked through the nave to the dias erected before the alter. As he passed the guests took a knee except for King Cynwrig and his party. The only thing Eilif received from Cynwrig was a hateful stare. He climbed the steps and took a sat in the throne. The crier banged his staff and the crowd stood.

Eilif was joined by Mayor Arthwys and Jarl Waltheof who took their places to his right. The Councilors took their places to the left of the king. Count Padern approached the dais and stopped at the bottom. He bowed. Eilif acknowledged him.

Ingólfr then called out, “King Cynwrig of Gwynedd.”

Cynwrig walked toward the dais. He too stopped at the bottom of the dais. Unlike Padern he did not bow. Instead he glared at Eilif with hateful eyes. He refused to look at Padern.

Eilif then spoke, “King Cynwrig do you surrender and agree to the terms as presented?”

Cynwrig replied surely, “Yes.”

Eilif continued, “You agree to relinquish the title of Count of Powys and all vassals that make up the county to Count Padern.”

Cynwrig answered in a voice full of malice, “I do.”

Eilif replied, “Good. Have the documents signed.”

Cynwrig was then lead to a table where the formal documents of surrender and the terms of surrender were placed. Cynwrig quickly signed the documents and placed his seal on them.

Eilif spoke, “Count Padern you may sign the documents.”

Padern walked over to the table and signed and sealed the documents.

A scribe gathered the documents and brought them to Eilif. A couple of servants brought a writing table, with quill and ink also to Eilif and placed them in front of him. Eilif stood and stepped toward the table as the documents were being placed. Eilif took the quill and signed the document. A scribe placed wax on the documents and Eilif sealed them. The documents and table were then removed as Eilif took his seat.

The scribes organized the documents. They handed one set to Cynwrig who immediately handed them to his Chancellor. Without saying a word he turned and left the nave followed by his Chancellor and guards.

Another set of documents were given to Padern. Padern then said, “Milord, King Eilif, I am eternally grateful to you for your support and assistance in enforcing my claim to the County of Powys.” Eilif nodded. Padern bowed and returned to his place in the audience. Eilif then rose and left the nave followed by his commanders and councilors.

Once in the vestibule Eilif said to his commanders, “Go and make ready to march north. We still have the Scottish to deal with. Their army is in Dunholm and must be driven out. We can then aid Count Siweard with the siege of Scone.”

Waltheof and Arthwys saluted the king and left.

Eilif spoke to his councilors, “We now control two thirds of the Petty Kingdom of Gwynedd’s De Jure lands. When the time is right we will usurp the title of King of Gwyendd.

Eilif then asked, “What is the situation the Slow Fever?”

Ingólfr responded, “It is still strong in Lancaster and over the last few months it has spread to Westmoreland, Cumberland, and Dunholm. We also have had reports that consumption has been spreading through the County of Kent.”

Eilif said, “If the Slow fever or consumption spread to Jorvik then the Queen is to be moved a safe place. She and the child she carries must be safe.”

Ingólfr replied, “It will done.”

Eilif said, “Good. I now go to join Arthwys and the army. It is time we destroy any Scots in Jorvikian lands.

 

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Chapter 6.3

18 August 985 Hartlepool, County of Dunholm

Eilif watched as his troops broke through the Scottish ranks. At first a few Scots started to flee the battlefield and then it became a rout. Eilif still could not believe that the Scottish commander fell for Mayor Arthwys’ feint. The Scottish commander attacked thinking he was only facing a cavalry force. The cavalry drew the Scottish out of their defensive positions and into the open. Then the Jorvikian infantry slammed into them. Now Eilif’s force delivered the final blow. All that was left was chasing the Scots out of Dunholm and Northumberland.

A noise behind him case Eilif to turn. He saw Arthwys riding toward him with several subordinates. Arthwys had a very satisfied look on his face.

Once he reached Eilif, the king said, “Well done Mayor Arthwys.”

Arthwys replied, “I can only take some the credit. The plan depend on the overeagerness of the Scottish commander.”

Both men smiled.

Arthwys said, “They won’t stop running until they reach Scotland. I truly hope that by that time the Scottish army will no longer be a force to worry about.”

Eilif said, “ I suspect as they flee through English Lothian the locals will exact some revenge upon the Scottish in payment for what the Scottish did them on their march south.”

Arthwys nodded and said, “We must now look to our army and prepare for the march north.”

*****

Several hours later a spontaneous celebration of sorts had broken out in the camp.

Arthwys said, “Milord, I feel that this celebration is not good.”

Eilif looked around at the troops. They were singing and drinking. A few danced. Their faces were full of smiles.

Eilif said, “On the contrary I feel it is necessary.”

Arthwys began to protest but Eilif raised his hand to silence him.

Eilif continued, “Many of these troops fought in Gwynedd and Ireland for us. They won victories and a war. Before they had time to rest and savor their deeds we force marched them across Jorvik. Then we sent them into battle again. I think they deserve some time to drink, dance, and enjoy themselves. In or a week after we replenish our supplies and receive some reinforcements we will be marching them north. I want their morale high.”

Arthwys said, “You are wise, milord.”

Eilif said, “Not I, my grandfather King Knut. He always made sure the morale of his armies was at it highest at all times. He used celebrations, promotions, land, and gold to accomplish that. I can only hope that I have learned my lessons well from him and my father.”

Arthwys smiled as did Eilif.

Eilif and Arthwys made their way to the command tent. Once there they sat the mess table and ate. They also partaken in some of the wine that was flowing free throughout the camp.

Eilif said, “With the destruction of this army and the death of KIng Alpin III back in June I hope the fight has gone out of the Scottish.”

Arthwys said, “I find it hard to believe that in the middle of a war they elected a 9 year old boy king.”

Eilif said, “The lords of Scotland did so to save face. They know that they are going to lose this war. They elected King Ewan III so that they can place blame on him and his regent who also happens to be his mother, Guenguerthlon. That way they think they can control him.”

Arthwys said, “I see.”

Eilif asked Arthwys, “Speaking of the Scottish king what have we heard from the siege of his capital, Scone?”

Arthwys answered, “It goes slow, very slow. There was another raid from the city. Some men were lost. Unfortunately a large number of the sieging equipment was destroyed or damaged.”

Eilif said, “These reports from Scone are becoming tiresome. This what the three or fourth raid that has delayed the siege?”

Arthwys replied, “It is actually the fifth raid if you count the one by bandits.”

Eilif said, “I beginning to wonder if Count Siweard is capable of conducting the siege. It may be time for a change.”

Arthwys asked, “Do you have someone in mind?”

Eilif said, “I am considering Bishop Hrolfr.”

Arthwys asked, “What of Jarl Anlaufr of Powys, your Marshal?”

Eilif replied, “He is currently working on a project in Jorvik. Once it is complete he will be available for a command. But not until then.”

Arthwys nodded.

*****

As Eilif was preparing for bed a messenger arrived from Jorvik. Eilif took the message and read it. He smiled as he did so. The message read. “You have a son born on August 15. As previously instructed he has been named Sigfrið.”

 

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25 May 986 Perth, County of Gowrie, Kingdom of Scotland

Sounds of merrymaking coming from the lodge that had been constructed for King Eilif during the siege of Perth filled the air. They were joined by the revelry from throughout the Jorvikian camp. A few hours before King Ewan III of Scotland had surrendered to King Eilif and became a tributary of the Kingdom of Jorvik in the very lodge that was now the center of the celebration.

Eilif sat at the head of the table, alongside his wife, Elisabeth watching the scene around him. Knights, foot soldiers, bowmen, and commanders drank and feasted around the great hall. Occasionally Eilif caught a glimpse of one his Counselors. The war was over and all were enjoying their victory.

Elisabeth said to her husband, “You do not look like you are enjoying yourself this evening. You have won a great victory. Your father would be proud of you.”

Eilif replied, “It is not the victory but the price. I had to replace an old friend and long time ally as the commander of the siege of Scone. Count Siweard seemed to have lost his touch and the siege bogged down and lasted far too long. I know Siweard did not take kindly to the demotion and feels betrayed. I wonder if my rashness in replacing him has turned an old friend into a new enemy. Can I trust him in the future? I have my doubts.”

Elisabeth asked, “Why do you have doubts?”

Eilif responded, “Do you see him in the lodge this evening? No. His absence speaks volumes about how he regards me.”

Trying to reassure her husband Elisabeth said, “Look at how you achieved your victory. After the Battle of Hartlepool the Scottish never ventured out from behind their walls and challenged you in open battle.”

Eilif said, “After Hartlepool it became a war of attrition. Would we run out of soliders and time before the Scottish ran out of towns and castles.”

Elisabeth responded, “They ran out of castles first. Your armies captured Scone Last October and Cupar in County Fife the next month. You finished occupying all of Fife by capturing St Andrews in February and Dunfermline in March.”

Eilif said, “And the stubborn Scots would not surrender then. We had to take Dunkled in Gowrie and Dunragit in Galloway in April. Then finally 10 days ago we seized Perth.”

Elisabeth said, “And then King Ewan finally wised up and surrendered.”

Eilif said, “Actually it was his regent who surrendered in the name of the king.”

Elisabeth said, “No matter, King Ewan and Scotland are now tributary to you.”

Eilif said, “I should be happier. I did win a victory and you are by side once again.”

Elisabeth said, “I am glad that you are. When Sigurðr died I lost my mind. I blamed everyone particularly you and that curse your father and you always worried about. Once Sigfrið was born I recovered and saw the mistakes I had made and have tried to make amends for them ever since.”

Eilif took her hands in his and said, “I understand.”

Elisabeth said, “Since we speak of happiness would it not be joyous if our son Sigfrið was your heir and not Rædwald.”

Eilif was silent. Somewhere in the back of his mind warning flags were being raised, “As I have spoken to you before it is a complicated process to remove Rædwald as hier. I have Bishop Snorri investigating the process.”

Eilif and Elisabeth were interrupted when Jarl Anlaufr of Powys and Marshal of Jorvik approached him and offered a toast to the king. After the toast was concluded he asked, “Milord when do we go after King Ealdmund of England?”

Eilif replied, “Not at this time. We need to replenish the levies and gather supplies.”

Anlaufr protested, “We have won a great victory and should pursue our destiny.”

Eilif said, “I am not sure of how great our victory was. We defeated an infirmed and incapacitated king and his underage son. Even then it took far too long.”

Elisabeth said, “Your father defeated England.”

“England of KIng Ealdmund is not the same England my father defeated. They are united and Ealdmund has few challengers. When my father defeated England it took him 4 long years and some luck. How long will take this time four years, five, six?” I doubt we have that much time.”

Elisabeth asked, “Why is time important.”

Eilif replied, “The longer the war goes on the more disgruntled the lords become over their levies being raised. Look at what has happened now. Count Þorgil of Gwent is harnessing the discontent over this war into support for cause to increase the power of the council. He has Cytelbearn of Mann firmly with him. He has recruited Jarl Waltheof and I am pretty sure Count Siweard is with him.”

Elisabeth asked, “Jarl Waltheof? I thought he was supporting you.”

Eilif said, “Apparently he was dissatisfied with not being assigned a command against Scotland. He was insulted that I had him oversee the transition of Powys to Count Padern and keeping a watch on King Cynwrig.”

Anlaufr said, “I understand, milord.”

Seeing the disappointment in Anlaufr’s face Eilif said, “Perhaps we will look to Ireland. Ulaidh and Tír Eoghain need to be brought back to their proper place. May be we will even consider Connachta.”

Eilif was growing weary of the celebrations. He looked at Elisabeth and she seemed like minded. They both rose from the table and excused themselves and left the hall together.

 

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18 July 986 Richmond

The old storeroom had not been used in decades. It had been built by the last Anglo-Saxon baron of Richmond during the time of Ragnarr Loðbrok to store supplies in case of siege. As Jorvik grew stronger and stronger the threat of siege lessened the room fell into disuse. Occasionally someone would stumble onto the room and illicit meetings would follow.

A solitary hooded figure stood in the room holding a torch. The torch seemed to barely penetrate the darkness. The torch flickered and nearly was extinguished as cool fresh air rushed into the room as the door opened. The old hinges protested loudly as they swung the door open. With a loud thud the door was closed.

The hooded figure waited as another torch approached it. Two hooded figure joined the first.

The first hooded figure spoke in a woman’s voice, “The wine that is here has turned to vinegar.”

One of the second group of hooded figures replied, “That is a shame I had heard the wine was of a rare vintage.”

All three figures relaxed. The woman sheathed a dagger that she had been holding. The silent hooded figure removed his hand from the hilt of his concealed sword.

“Count Þorgil of Gwent, I would know that voice anywhere,” stated the woman.

Count Þorgil replied, “I know the voice of the Duchess of Deheubarth and the Queen also.”

Queen Elisabeth asked, “Who is with you Count Þorgil?

The second figure replied, “It is I, Hrafn Halfdansson.”

Elisabeth asked, “The Chancellor of Westmoreland?”

Hrafn answered, “Yes milady.”

Elisabeth asked Þorgil, “You requested this meeting. What is it that you wish to discuss in this dang unused storeroom?”

Þorgil said, “Your husband, the King.”

Elisabeth responded, “And what of the king?”

Þorgil responded, “It is our understanding that you are displeased with your husband.”

Elisabeth laughed, “Displeased!? That is very subtle. A week ago I announce that I with child. A day later I find out that he had another bastard, his third. This one by the bitch Countess of Bedford, Cyneswith. They named her Judith and he acknowledged her as his. This was back in March meaning he knew about for the last 4 months. Four months that I poured out my affection for him.”

Þorgil said, “I am sorry milady. He does not deserve such as yourself.”

Elisabeth said, “Some of the fault lies with me. I allowed my overjoyed feelings of the birth of Prince Sigfrið cloud my judgement. Here I thought he would remove his bastard son Rædwald from the line of succession and replace him with my Sigfrið. I have been a fool and now I must carry the repercussions of that foolishness for the next nine months.”

Þorgil said, “Perhaps it is time to take action.”

Elisabeth laughed mockingly, “What join a faction. How well has that worked my good count? Are you and your conspirators, Jarl Waltheof, Count Cytelbearn of Mann, and Count Siweard of Lincoln any closer to make the King’s Council any more powerful?”

Þorgil did not respond.

Elisabeth continued, “I consider your silence as a no.” She then turned to Hrafn, “I know why Þorgil is here but tell me why the Chancellor of Westmoreland is present.”

Hrafn answered, “Eilif promised to build a hospital in Westmoreland. The hospital was never built. The gold for it went to help fund the wars with Gwynedd and Scotland. Now Slow Fever devastated Westmoreland and our people are dying.”

Elisabeth asked, “So what is this plan you have?”

Þorgil responded, “The death of the King.”

Elisabeth’s eye widen, “Rather dramatic.”

Hrafn responded, “Come milady I am sure you have entertained the thought. With all the times he has been an adulterer against you.”

Elisabeth said, “I may have in passing. But I have stopped myself as it would put his bastard Rædwald on the throne with Jarl Anlaufr as regent.”

Þorgil said, “Regents can be changed. A council can gain the power to change an heir or even a king to one who is of the true blood of the kings of Jorvik, not the son of an Anglo-Saxon whore.”

Elisabeth said, “Your solution does seem to have some merit. How do I know it will happen as you have described?”

Hrafn answered, “There are others such as Mayor Eadræd of Preston and Bishop Sverker of Furness. There will be more as we have a few more meetings arranged.”

Elisabeth said, “Perhaps you are correct and it is time for a change.”

Hrafn said, “You will not regret this.”

Þorgil and Hrafn pulled the hoods over their heads and began to leave. After a few steps Þorgil stopped and turned back to Elisabeth, “Are you aware that Countess Cyneswith has a cancer of the stomach?”

Elisabeth answered, “No I was not.”

Þorgil turned and followed Hrafn out of the room.

Elisabeth stood in the gloom with only the torch. None could see the enormous smile on her face.

A bell began ringing, a church bell as a matter of fact. The bell did not stop and continued to ring. The smile disappeared from her face. Something had happened, something momentous. Elisabeth rushed out of the room and into the hallway. She rushed through the corridors and up staircases. She had a feeling of urgency.

As he approached the royal family living quarters she remembered the hooded cloak she wore. She stopped and removed the cloak and threw it into a dark alcove she passed. As she reached the area she found herself in a small crowd. She looked and could not see Eilif among the gathered.

She did see Bishop Snorri. As she walked toward him she noticed that he looked tired and exhausted. He appeared very sad. She suddenly realized that he stood outside the door of the the Queen Mother Emma.

She stopped before Snorri, “Bishop Snorri? What has happened?” Deep down she knew the answer.

In a broken voice Snorri replied, “Queen Mother Emma has gone to God. She fell asleep and never woke up.”

Tears welled up in Elisabeth’s eyes.

Snorri said, “You may enter if you wish.”

Elisabeth asked, “Is my husband within?”

Snorri answered, “yes”

Elisabeth responded, “I will pay respects later.”

She turned and walked away from the door tears streaming down her cheeks.

Elisabeth did not see a teenage girl retrieve the cloak she had discarded.

As the girl examined the cloak she was startled by a firm hand that was placed on her shoulder.

“What do you have there?” the man said.

“A cloak Count Siweard,” answered the girl.

“I wonder how that got there,” Said Siweard.

The girl responded, “The Queen threw it there.”

Siweard said, “I see. You best give it to me so I can return it.”

The girl gave the cloak to Siweard.

Siweard asked, “What is your name?”

The girl replied, “Ingrid of Chester.”

Siweard said, “Well,Ingrid, I thank you for this and you had best be on your way.”

Ingrid curtsied and left. Siweard held the cloak and smiled and said to himself, “Ingrid of Chester the teenage girl infatuated with the king.”

He then looked at the cloak and continued to himself, “And my good queen why would you need this in July unless you had to be in a cold dank place.”

Siweard chuckled as he walked down the corridor.

 

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Chapter 6.4

9 December 987 Jorvik

Jarl Anlaufr found the king in his study standing before the fireplace. The king looked deeply into the fire seemingly lost in thought. He seemed unaware of Anlaufr as the jarl crossed the room to stand next to him.

“I must find someone to care for my daughter Bodil,” said Eilif.

Even though he knew the answer Anlaufr asked, “Why is that Sire?”

Eilif sighed, “Elisabeth has rejected her.From the time Bodil was born her mother has not held her, feed her, or spoken to her. Luckily a wet nurse was found or the child could have died. Elisabeth hates the child thoroughly. She feels that I betrayed her trust. She is the one who pushed me away when I tried to comfort her when Sigurðr died. I sought solace in the arms of Cyneswith. After Sigfrið was born she came back to me. I told her everything and she seemed to understand. When she discovered she was width child again she was joyous. Then when she found out about Judith the hatefulness and vengefulness return. I have barely spoken to her in months.”

“Unfortunately Bodil has born most of her wrath.”

“I apologize for boring you with my troubles. You look like you have some of your own this day.”

With some hesitation Anlaufr said, “I fear that the reason I am here involves Judtih’s mother.”

Eilif asked, “Countess Cyneswith?”

Knowing deep now what the answer was Eilif asked, “What is the reason?”

Anlaufr took a long deep breath, “Countess Cyneswith of Bedford died November 27th from the cancer she had been suffering from.”

Eilif took a couple of breaths, “At least she suffers no more.”

Anlaufr replied, “Yes that is true.”

Eilif asked, “What of her husband, Thurfrith?”

Anlaufr responded, “He buried Cyneswith and then ran to Countess Maria of Hereford. Apparently they had been having an affair during Cyneswith’s illness. There will be a wedding very soon.”

Eilif said, “That would explain the change in attitude of Maria over the last few months. Thurfrith has long resented me for my relationship with Cyneswith. Now he poisons Maria.”

Anlaufr said, “We will need to watch them.”

Eilif asked, “What of Cyneswith’s children?”

Anlaufr replied, “ Eight year old Ealdmund is now Count of Bedford with his father Thurfrith as regent.”

Eilif said, “That is troubling.”

Anlaufr said, “What is more troubling is he is the educator of Judith.”

Eilif face contorted like he was in pain, “He will turn her against me.”

Anlaufr said, “I fear you may be right. She will bear watching and we may never be able to trust her fully. Could you order her to live here?”

Eilif said, “I acknowledged her as mine. I did now regret not legitimizing her. If Cyneswith did not leave instructions for Judith to be brought here then there is little I can do.”

Anlaufr continued, “Sigeræd who is five years old is Count of Perfeddwlad. His regent is Mayor Balthere of Denbigh.”

Eilif asked, “What do we know of Balthere?”

Anlaufr said, “Not much. He has been loyal to Cyneswith. We can only hope that his loyalty will not change and he guide Sigeræd accordingly.”

Eilif said, “We should provide him with a gift to aid him in his new position as regent.”

Anlaufr nodded, “A good idea.”

Eilif asked, “What of Ealdgyth?”

Anlaufr responded, “She too dwells in Bedford but her educator is Æthelwine, the Chancellor of Bedford. Thurfrith and her have never gotten along. Some say Thurfrith fears her.”

Eilif responded, “Interesting. What of Ealdgyth Thurfrithsdohtor and Beorhtwaru?”

Anlaufr said, “Thurfrith’s daughters are with him in Bedford.”

Eilif said, “I pity them.”

Anlaufr said, “I too.”