Vikings: Nordic women

Chapter 10 Shared hatred and hatred
Her voice was flat and her frosty eyes showed deliberate distance.

This man actually wanted her to abandon her "nest", give up on finding her father's remains, and elope?

Stupid obsession!
Had he been brainwashed by too many bards' stories of foolish love that ignored reality?

Feeling uneasy, Ouni stood up and prepared to leave.

She actually spent half an hour talking nonsense to someone she had nothing in common with. It was like playing the lute to a cow, which was meaningless in itself.

"Why?" Harold seemed to have been hit hard. "I thought I had met love, but you told me that it was just a dream?"

She ignored it.

"Ouni, tell me why?" Harold asked from behind.

"The relationship between us is still superficial. You don't know me, and you have no idea what I want to do. A seagull can't understand the desire of a bar-headed goose to spread its wings and fly high!"

"It's not because you don't like me?" There was a barely perceptible tremor in Harold's eyes, and his voice was a little hoarse.

"You've helped me a lot. I'm not saying I hate you. I just can't accept your neglect of my wishes. I don't mean to hurt you, Harold, but don't push me!"

Ounnie turned her head and saw Harold suddenly raise his head with hope in his eyes.

The two people's logical lines are like two parallel lines that never intersect. She has nothing to say about this. The focus of their topics is completely different.

She quickened her pace, bent down to pick a few blackberries from the ground, put them in her mouth to taste the sweet and sour taste, and was about to walk into the woods.

"I can help you!" Harold shouted.

Ouni turned her back to him, feeling relieved. Her mood was as bright as the clear sky. She stretched her arms toward the sky, swinging them left and right like dancing willow branches. "No need! No need! No need!"

"I buried Feld with my own hands. No one but me can remember where he is buried!"

The deafening sound roared like thunder, and Ouni seemed to be acupunctured by an invisible hand. She stood stiffly in place, unable to move.

The leaves of the oak tree rustled in the wind, as if whispering some secret, and the sound of Ounnie's heartbeat almost drowned out all the natural sounds.

She clung to the thick trunk of the oak tree, as if seeking a little support, and turned her head to look at Harold, her eyes full of confusion and anxiety.

As if lost in a maze of memories, she only believed that if she found that piece of land, she would be able to find Feld's remains, but she forgot that countless souls had already been buried there.

It’s over, I’ve offended people so much!
"Let me help you!" Harold walked to Ounnie, bent down slightly, and grabbed her shoulders with his strong and powerful hands. He looked straight into her eyes with a sharp gaze, as if expressing endless care and sincerity.

She looked up and was stunned.

"Next year, I will go with you, but we need manpower. We can hire a group of free people!"

Of course, the sooner they go out to sea, the better. If they go out to sea too late, she is afraid that the environment will change and she will not be able to find Feld's burial place.

Harold's proposal was like a ray of light, illuminating her hopeful path to recover her father's remains, but behind that ray of light was the unknown and fear like the deep sea.

Suddenly realizing that her shoulders were being grabbed, Ouni felt disgusted, as if struck by lightning, and she immediately tried to break free.

However, the scene of traveling with a group of strangers suddenly emerged in her mind. Her pupils suddenly contracted, and her body seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand, unable to move.

She suddenly thought of a dream she had had before. In the dream, she didn't know anyone in the Viking regiment that followed her to sea.

The feeling of drowning, like having my mouth and nose blocked, and suffocating to the point of death is still vivid in my mind.

Did this mean that she would be buried at sea, just as she had dreamt of Field's death?

No, it's impossible, it's just a dream, it doesn't mean anything.

Not right either!
Anything has signs before it happens, such as yawning means you are sleepy and need to go to sleep. If you know these signs, you can predict what will happen in the future. This shows that things in dreams have a probability of happening, and based on her pursuit of rigorous thinking, this probability should at least double.

In other words, there is at least a 50% chance that what happened in the dream will happen.

Thinking about what happened in the dream, if there really was a storm of that magnitude, would Jarre’s ship be able to withstand it?
She shook her head in her heart. The Vikings had two types of ships: the narrow-hulled long ship "Korkrak" and the wide-hulled merchant ship "Knorr". Both ships had shallow waterlines and their ocean-going capabilities were very limited.

She was bound to be transformed, and she preferred the seventeenth-century "cruiser (single-masted clipper)", with a large number of sails, which could reach a speed of "fifty knots" under ideal conditions, allowing her to cross the sea quickly and avoid being followed by some raiders.

After all, although the schooner is a single-masted fast military ship for offshore use, it has a deep waterline and possesses certain ocean-going capabilities.

"How was it?" he asked.

Ouni thought a lot in an instant. She looked at Harold, who had let go of her shoulders at some point, and after hesitating for a while, she nodded slowly: "Okay, next summer!"

Harold beamed.

She is as independent as a lone wolf, accustomed to facing the wind and rain alone, and Harold's help is like a warm bonfire, trying to melt the ice around her.

For a moment, she was at a loss.

A seagull flew past their ears, breaking the awkwardness and attracting the attention of both of them. It flew quickly towards the settlement, passing over Ouni's house and courtyard.

"Where's Miss Eunice?"

The warriors sent by Steward Holger came to Ouni's yard and asked the boy who added charcoal to the bottom of the furnace and pushed and pulled the bellows.

The bellows is piston-type, similar to the principle of the later air pump. When the pull rod is pulled, the piston opens to let in air. When the air is pushed, internal air pressure is generated. The piston will automatically close under the air pressure and send air into the furnace.

The two looked up.

"I don't know. Someone found her just now. She went out with someone else. Maybe Ralph will know."

They had seen her appearance before, and when they heard that she went out with other men, the two originally kind warriors looked as if they had eaten castor oil (a method commonly used in medieval Europe to punish disobedient children).

"A piece of good meat fell into a dog's mouth!" A warrior said with a hint of dissatisfaction in his voice.

"Who is Ralph, is he here?"

"Are you guys okay?" Ralph, who had no idea where he had been, came out from the corner with a handful of blackberries in his hand and something in his clothes pocket.

The thumb-sized hair looks like the devil fruit in One Piece. The sweet and sour blackberry can quench your thirst just by looking at it. The two children working by the furnace quickly asked him for it.

The other children also gathered around, and in a moment, half of the BlackBerry that Ralph had hidden in his pocket was gone.

"It's gone, don't fight over it, pick it yourself if you want to eat it!"

The two warriors stared at the blackberry and swallowed, seeming to be greedy too.

"Do you know where Miss Eunice is? Yaer's housekeeper needs to discuss something with her regarding Yaer's request!"

"I don't know. She went out with a man, a very tall man. I saw them going over there!" Ralph compared the height, but being only 1.4 meters tall, he seemed unable to describe it. He had to point in a direction in the distance, which was where the sea cliff was.

He had long regarded Eunice as his mother and dream lover, and his face was filled with anger, as if a parent was giving away his beloved toy. He was jealous to the point of madness, and hoped that the two warriors would destroy their solitude.

For some reason, the boys here had a vague feeling of being united against a common enemy. They seemed to have formed a united front and became hostile to Harold.

He saw two figures appear next to an oak tree from a distance and pointed over there: "Over there, it's a guy named Harold!"

"Harold?"

(End of this chapter)