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The Unholy Captor
This is a closed story for Opensesame54321 and craven. You are invited to read along and enjoy.
The lands to the far north, the lands of the Norsemen, were a hard and demanding land. The land itself was hard to farm and gave very little back for the efforts the Norse had to put into it. For this among many other reasons the Norse had turned to the sea that cut deeply into their land. They turned to the sea for their food, they turned to the sea for all they needed and what they could not trade for they took by force.
While the rest of Europe had embraced the Christian God, the Norse were Pagan that worshiped Odin, Thro, Freya, Loki, and a host of deity that governed every aspect of the Norse’s life. There was a god for the hearth, for the home, for men and for women and all had to be placated. Each village had a Thane, and each thane had his hundred, and owed his allegiance to an overlord, a king. Yet for most Norse the reality was that they knew only their Thane and what they owed to him. Njord was thane Sjonafjoror he was an embittered old man, and a greedy one to boot.
It was a cold night the winds still blew out of the north and the cold breath of the gods still chilled the lands. Njord Called his thane to his mead hall and demanded that they sail to the south and raid the Irish cost. Oh he could demand all he wanted but he could not force any to go a Viking unless they desired to do so. There was a silence as and his thane glared at each other. It was Eric far sight that finally stood and boldly declared.
“I shall go a Viking for you Thane Njord……………………..”
There was a pause as Eric far sight boldly faced his thane.
“………But you share shall be only one tenth of what we take and any slaves we take are ours……..no exceptions Thane Njord!”
There was a deadly silence in the mead hall that seemed to last an eternity. Njord had little choice but to accept the young upstarts demand if he wished any of his ship to be the first to go a Viking this season, and the first ship garnished the richest prizes and plunder.
“Very well Eric far sight a one tenth share for your Thane.”
“And no more Thane Njord!”
And no more
Njord spat at the bold youth. Oh he had promised to take no more than one tenth of the plunder publicly, but he had said nothing about the slave taken in the raid.
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Erick Far sight’s two ships silently slipped through the icy fog that shrouded the Irish coast. The so ringing of a bell calling believers to worship guided Eric through the icy fog. Silent as a ghost the prows of his ships ran up on the cobbled strand. Men leaped from the boats, and began to make their way inland following the soft ringing of the bell on a freshening land breeze as Eric and his men crested a small rise.
The convent of Mary Magdalene lay on a small rise opposite where Eric and his men lay. There were flocks grazing in the meadow between the Vikings and the convent. Eric silently stood and his men followed suit. As one they let out a terrible scream to make anyone who heard it blood run cold. The Attack like all Viking attacks would be fast overpowering and brutal.
The men raced down the hillside and towards the convent of Mary Magdalene and the defenseless nuns.
This is a closed story for Opensesame54321 and craven. You are invited to read along and enjoy.
The lands to the far north, the lands of the Norsemen, were a hard and demanding land. The land itself was hard to farm and gave very little back for the efforts the Norse had to put into it. For this among many other reasons the Norse had turned to the sea that cut deeply into their land. They turned to the sea for their food, they turned to the sea for all they needed and what they could not trade for they took by force.
While the rest of Europe had embraced the Christian God, the Norse were Pagan that worshiped Odin, Thro, Freya, Loki, and a host of deity that governed every aspect of the Norse’s life. There was a god for the hearth, for the home, for men and for women and all had to be placated. Each village had a Thane, and each thane had his hundred, and owed his allegiance to an overlord, a king. Yet for most Norse the reality was that they knew only their Thane and what they owed to him. Njord was thane Sjonafjoror he was an embittered old man, and a greedy one to boot.
It was a cold night the winds still blew out of the north and the cold breath of the gods still chilled the lands. Njord Called his thane to his mead hall and demanded that they sail to the south and raid the Irish cost. Oh he could demand all he wanted but he could not force any to go a Viking unless they desired to do so. There was a silence as and his thane glared at each other. It was Eric far sight that finally stood and boldly declared.
“I shall go a Viking for you Thane Njord……………………..”
There was a pause as Eric far sight boldly faced his thane.
“………But you share shall be only one tenth of what we take and any slaves we take are ours……..no exceptions Thane Njord!”
There was a deadly silence in the mead hall that seemed to last an eternity. Njord had little choice but to accept the young upstarts demand if he wished any of his ship to be the first to go a Viking this season, and the first ship garnished the richest prizes and plunder.
“Very well Eric far sight a one tenth share for your Thane.”
“And no more Thane Njord!”
And no more
Njord spat at the bold youth. Oh he had promised to take no more than one tenth of the plunder publicly, but he had said nothing about the slave taken in the raid.
<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Erick Far sight’s two ships silently slipped through the icy fog that shrouded the Irish coast. The so ringing of a bell calling believers to worship guided Eric through the icy fog. Silent as a ghost the prows of his ships ran up on the cobbled strand. Men leaped from the boats, and began to make their way inland following the soft ringing of the bell on a freshening land breeze as Eric and his men crested a small rise.
The convent of Mary Magdalene lay on a small rise opposite where Eric and his men lay. There were flocks grazing in the meadow between the Vikings and the convent. Eric silently stood and his men followed suit. As one they let out a terrible scream to make anyone who heard it blood run cold. The Attack like all Viking attacks would be fast overpowering and brutal.
The men raced down the hillside and towards the convent of Mary Magdalene and the defenseless nuns.