12 April 1069
Dear Diary,
I just found out that Jamtland has joined the Kingdom of Norway. I'm now without an ally and there are pagans all around! It looks like Sweden, Norway, and Denmark are already in alliances. My chancellor told me I have two options - cut a deal with the devil and ally with a Pagan tribe or humbly submit to become the vassal of Sweden or Norway. The Tribe of Kajanborg looks to be the best possible ally - they're in northern Finland and have two provinces, and can levy some 600 men, much more than Medelpad and the smaller pagan states of Sweden. I'll send my chancellor with an alliance offer.
30 April 1069
Hoorah! Kajanborg has agreed to form an alliance. Hopefully that'll buy Medelpad a few years to build up the treasury.
1 June 1069
Ragnvald's wife had a baby. It's the first female of the "of Medelpad" family! Shame it didn't come from my wife, though. Hopefully she'll be married off to a nice Greek count on some sunny Aegean island when she comes of age. Wait a minute! She's like a second cousin or something, maybe young Astrad could marry her some day! That'll keep the family strong and centralized, it will.
7 July 1069
Ragnvald knocked up his wife again. He's been gloating all day. I don't know why he has to bring up the fact that he's knocked up his lover thrice (although one ended in a stillborn child) whereas I, twenty years younger than him, have only done so once. He's causing me to get a bit insecure - I hope I don't like the one trait that makes rulers great: virility.
11 September 1069
The brother of the King of Sweden knocked on the hill-fort door yesterday. I damn near squealed in surprise! A real nobleman from a major power, and one so close, here at my door! I invited him in for some roasted moose and mead. We had a wonderful time, I think, I can't really remember much after we headed out for the mead hall.
Anyways, this morning I woke up with a terrible headache and went to drown it with more mead. As I was walking down the hall, I saw an amusing sight! The visiting Swede slinked out of a courtier's bedroom, head hung in shame. I'm a reasonable guy who doesn't like international scandals, so I offered to marry the young courtier to the Swede, on the condition that he tells the Swedish court how wonderful Medelpad is. He agreed graciously, and when he left for his home county this afternoon he brought his new bride with him. Crisis averted. Whew.
13 October, 1069
Today I found out that that the schools of herring that live off the shores of Medelpad are particularly large this year. Medelpad has become prosperous, bring income up to around .3! What a success! It's off to the mead hall to celebrate!