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Slinky: Sweden is maybe the most powerful nation as will be shown later, France is at war with Sweden and Northumberland is controlled by Swedish troops so I think they will not regain lands soon. I look forward to the next Swedish succession, it might be interesting with so many vassals.
Enewald: Yes and count of Laodikeia
. Both kings also have a nice amount of piety .
Enewald: Yes and count of Laodikeia
. Both kings also have a nice amount of piety .
Chapter Twenty-Nine: Tales from Germany
For the third day of the festival Marwan of Anti-Atlas described lands and peoples in the East of France. The singer had left Mauretania to sing for the high chief of Mecklemburg, one of the last pagans in the area, he had spent enough time to learn words in German and Slavic and then he had traveled South to come back, spending time in the lands he crossed, singing in taverns, listening to rumors in taverns and learning some of the local traditions.
He told the story of the three kings, the weak king of Bohemia ruled lands in the East, the German king had this title but he did not rule much of the lands that once belonged to his country, the glorious consul of Venice was a good warrior adn that was a reason why so many lords had chosen to serve him.
Two men were not kings but had power, Ludwig the old had been a good warrior and now he had lands in the North as well as in the South. The high chief of Mecklemburg did not have his martial skills but he was a man to be feared, he would rely on other methods that might be less glorious but would make men fear him.
There was also some kind of high priest who had power and a good palace in Roma. Rumours said the man was generous and he may not be very strict with his religion however he did not welcome a pagan traveller.
Beer was refreshing at the end of this warm day and the night ended with a lot of short songs:
“Drink, brother, drink
Leave your troubles at home
Drink, brother, drink
Leave your troubles at home
Avoid the worry, avoid the pain
As life is just a joke
Avoid the worry, avoid the pain
As life is just a joke
Right To the Bitter End
As the years pass gently by
We're still drinking ourselves out of our minds
There's one thing we know for sure
With no drink each day would be such a bore
Korn, Beer, Schnaps and wine
We can hear our livers crying
And when the end finally draws near
Everyone'll say I've had it coming for years
And so they drank the live long night
Into the mornings dawning light,
The clear and shining morrow.
They sang and sprang so merrily
And lived without a sorrow...*”
Leave your troubles at home
Drink, brother, drink
Leave your troubles at home
Avoid the worry, avoid the pain
As life is just a joke
Avoid the worry, avoid the pain
As life is just a joke
Right To the Bitter End
As the years pass gently by
We're still drinking ourselves out of our minds
There's one thing we know for sure
With no drink each day would be such a bore
Korn, Beer, Schnaps and wine
We can hear our livers crying
And when the end finally draws near
Everyone'll say I've had it coming for years
And so they drank the live long night
Into the mornings dawning light,
The clear and shining morrow.
They sang and sprang so merrily
And lived without a sorrow...*”
* Medley with 3 German songs probably badly translated, apologies to those who know the original versions... Entschuldigung, ich hatte Deutsch gelernt aber ich habe alles vergessen.
Enewald: Mecklemburg would be nice with 15 more provinces, the high chief might need help for that but it could happen . So far I have worked only in the South West, now that 100 years have passed I look at the world in detail and I find things that make me consider some plans for the future, maybe there will be some announcement at the end of the feast.
The next chapter will show the lands East of Germany, it should be ready for the end of the week.
. So far I have worked only in the South West, now that 100 years have passed I look at the world in detail and I find things that make me consider some plans for the future, maybe there will be some announcement at the end of the feast.The next chapter will show the lands East of Germany, it should be ready for the end of the week.
Chapter Thirty: Songs from Poland
The fourth day of the festival started well, the morning air was cool but after the last evening’s drink it was good to awake to a bright day. Nabil of Massat was the next singer, he had traveled through the Mediterranean sea and then through the Black Sea, he had then taken a small boat at the end of a river to go upstream, after a trip through mountains in the North he had then traveled until he reached the Baltic Sea and from there he had come home.
He sang the sad story of the knights who persecuted the pagans. There was also an epic song about the long war between the king of Croatia and a pretender, each man controlled half of the other’s land but they were not able to agree on peace. The vengeful, cruel and deceitful king of Hungary was from the Bohemian royal house, he was a powerful lord but little loved. The former Hungarian royal house had not died, one great warrior from this family had taken the throne of Denmark.
A tavern song was maybe a little out of place in a royal palace but the listeners had taken enough vodka so that it did not matter anymore and these words filled the great hall:
“Take care, pretty girl; be careful!
You are laughing so much
You're spilling wine all down my coat!
I'll not forgive you! I'll make you pay;
I'll kiss you till I'm exhausted!
Ah, those shining eyes, and those divine lips
set my blood afire!
Come now, moody one,
Let all this brooding go to the devil!
Drink, don't waste time, my boy,
For this sorry world already has its fill of woe.
So what if you can barely walk.
What's the disgrace in that?
When your wife shouts you won't hear her;
You'll be out cold on the floor!
Drink down or feel my fist.
Hey, lass, over here!
Just serve us. Don't entice us.
Pour us some beer!...*”
You are laughing so much
You're spilling wine all down my coat!
I'll not forgive you! I'll make you pay;
I'll kiss you till I'm exhausted!
Ah, those shining eyes, and those divine lips
set my blood afire!
Come now, moody one,
Let all this brooding go to the devil!
Drink, don't waste time, my boy,
For this sorry world already has its fill of woe.
So what if you can barely walk.
What's the disgrace in that?
When your wife shouts you won't hear her;
You'll be out cold on the floor!
Drink down or feel my fist.
Hey, lass, over here!
Just serve us. Don't entice us.
Pour us some beer!...*”
* A song from Poland found by Google
, two years ago I spent St Patrick's day at a pub in Wrocław but I am not able to recall what songs there was .
Enewald: IIRC vodka was invented in the fourteenth century so you're right for this but distillation was known in Persia since the ninth century so it may not be too ahistorical, at least less than a pagan North Africa in the twelfth century .
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It has been some time since I have been able to update. Working in South Korea without my mac has prevented me from playing and writing, now after two weeks home I have returned to my workplace and I have installed DV on my PC laptop and fortunately the save is working well so life goes on . The next chapter will show the situation in the North, I will probably post it before the end of the week.
. The next chapter will show the situation in the North, I will probably post it before the end of the week.
Chapter Thirty-One: Songs from the North
The effects of the fourth day drinks had taken some time to disappear but the crowd was ready for the fifth day. Zaynab of Tangiers had a good voice, and she sang clearly about the cold lands in the far North that she had visited.
The tale of a great Saxon warrior from the house of Normandy who had come to claim the kingship of Norway was well liked by the Berber soldiers. The king of Sweden from an old Swedish house had lands in several parts of Europe, this had made him less Swedish and he spoke like the Norwegians. The old king of Finland belonged to the tribe of the Lettigalians, his power in the North was great and it seems all the gods had blessed him: he was a skilled diplomat but also a good fighter a talented steward and he was a true player in the game of thrones.
The fast rhythm for this song was a good help to maintain the drunk audience awake:
“Come along fellows, let's booze all
night for it is now my funeral
I just slipped into this grave and can't keep you company
Just like you as well as me, just like any of us near;
as long as we get to drink our beer
Hey stop by to listen how merrily it clinks
as we raise a chalice to be emptied here
Come now Markus, Mitja, Marko and Henri,
the merry men on my burial ground.
Now that we've sat here for long enough,
it would be time to get real drunk
I would be glad if someone carved these
honest words on my tombstone:
"Underneath you lies and rests one
excellent, unrivalled sot!"*”
night for it is now my funeral
I just slipped into this grave and can't keep you company
Just like you as well as me, just like any of us near;
as long as we get to drink our beer
Hey stop by to listen how merrily it clinks
as we raise a chalice to be emptied here
Come now Markus, Mitja, Marko and Henri,
the merry men on my burial ground.
Now that we've sat here for long enough,
it would be time to get real drunk
I would be glad if someone carved these
honest words on my tombstone:
"Underneath you lies and rests one
excellent, unrivalled sot!"*”
* English translation of Tulkaapa Äijät! by Moonsorrow.
Never heard of. o
Saxons in Norway, Norwegians in Sweden, Letts in Finland?
So normal.
oSaxons in Norway, Norwegians in Sweden, Letts in Finland?
So normal.