The Machiavellian Adventures of Duke Valdemar
As told with many pictures. And few words.
(the quality is low because there's a lot of them. pictures that is. the low quality of the words is all my fault though.)
1109 - 1110
Kalmar Län is the last feudal province in the area, and boy, do I hate feudalism.
I also notice that the wicked and willing Thyra managed to get old Inge into bed. So jealous.
Two letters arrive on the same day.
I respond to Elof, accepting his surrender. Then I respond to the pope, accepting his demands that I make peace.
That pope is really, really starting to piss me off.
If he's like the rest of my family, my son will govern Ösel by quickly going mad and sodomizing pagan animals.
Västergötland goes to my diocese bishop, whose name sounds like a sexual favor you normally get from Italian sailors.
Not that I'd, er, know anything about that.
This knight wants to teach one of the girls his trade. Like I haven't heard that before.
Hell, like I haven't
said that before.
I send him away.
I'm starting to wonder if my mad brother is behind all of the rebellions.
But he's as devious as a brightly-colored rat with a big sign that says, "I am a rat and about to steal your cheese," while giggling and standing next to the cheese.
There's no way he could be outsmarting me.
Is there?
Apparently, Eystein also knows the story about the Italian sailors.
I send beautiful and pious Cecilie away with instructions to Sjöb on his lad.
She doesn't get it.
Mikolàs Nakonid, the rich, excommunicated braggart of Lübeck.
Some people fight him for his heresy, others for his bravado, and still others for his recent break with the Holy Roman Empire.
But me? I'd mug my own mother for 285 ducats.
With Skåne still in debt, it's off to war for Valdemar! Can he cross the sea with his treacherous brother controlling the island of Rügen? And will the pope continue to harass our hero? The tale of Valdemar Knýtling takes the most unpredictable turn ever. . . after these messages!