Vikings: Nordic women

Chapter 20 War Conquest Plan
Ouni's voice suddenly stopped.

"Or, you can choose to live in humiliation and humbleness, be despised by everyone, and be imprisoned forever until the end of your life!"

There seemed to be ice crystals condensed in the air, and the voice, wrapped in cold malice, blew towards Rebecca.

Ouni seemed not to care, but she was actually observing the other person's expression out of the corner of her eyes.

She was sure that faced with such a choice, no one would give up the chance to survive, especially the woman in front of her who she believed poisoned her husband because of betrayal.

As for why she poisoned her husband, she could guess without being asked why, but she just couldn't talk about such a shameful thing in public.

It will deal a blow to the prestige of the Yar family.

"No, it's not your fault, madam. I planned all this!" The old maid stepped forward eagerly, trying to share the blame for Rebecca.

Eunnie was unmoved by this obvious act of protection. Who did she think she was? A protective mother hen?

She also wouldn't waste time arguing with a servant, but would strike directly at her master.

However, Rebecca's choice was beyond her expectations: "I choose to follow Robert! My maid is innocent, she just obeyed my orders, I hope you can forgive her."

"Why?" Eunnie was confused.

She thought she would hear angry curses, but she didn't expect the other party to plead for the maid.

"Because I am Lady Yar, the most noble woman in this territory. No one has the right to judge me, including Harold!" Rebecca's voice was firm and proud.

At this moment, she seemed to have transformed from a despicable cuckoo into a swan with her head held high.

After saying this, she walked towards Oni without fear, but was stopped by the samurai.

Ou Ni signaled them to step back. She wanted to see what Rebecca would do when she was at her wit's end.

Rebecca stood five meters away from her, looked at her deeply, and then bowed gracefully.

The two people's eyes met silently, as if telling thousands of words.

In the silence of the crowd, Rebecca turned around and walked towards the harbor with firm steps. The screams and cries of the old maid echoed behind her, but could not stop her steps.

She took the torch from the warrior guarding the boat at the harbor, stepped onto the boat, and walked into the cabin filled with firewood.

She lowered her head and stroked Robert's face, which already smelled a little rancid. "I'm sorry, dear. I have betrayed you twice. I will never betray you again. We will be together forever!"

The Viking warriors on the shore untied the ropes and bowed their heads slightly to pay their final respects to the former lord and lady.

Rebecca threw the torch onto the boat, and the fire instantly engulfed the two figures. Her screams echoed in the flames, as if she was unwilling to accept and protest against her fate.

Ouni stood up, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

"Rebecca, you are indeed worthy to enter Valhalla, may the gods bear witness to your courage!" She paid tribute to Rebecca's bravery, and everyone followed her and saluted in Rebecca's direction, including the high priest.

The chatter in the crowd died down, leaving only respect for the woman who once was and mourning for Yael.

The fire man fell, the ship flowed into the sea with the tide, and Ouni's eyes became deep. She wondered if she could make the same choice if she were Rebecca.

She shook her head, she wasn't sure, maybe because she couldn't fully understand the Nordic obsession with honor in this era.

"Rebecca! Rebecca!" The old maid's cry rang out again, her voice full of despair and madness, which attracted Ounnie's attention.

"Someone come here!" Ou Ni looked at her coldly.

"Madame Jarre?"

Ouni made the final judgment: "Her soul belongs to Hela, the daughter of the evil god Loki!" Even though Rebecca asked her to let her maid go at the last moment.

"Yes, ma'am!"

The old maid's screams and cries echoed in the air, but were soon cut off. A bloody head flew through the crowd and landed in front of Eunice.

The head's eyes were still wide open, and its mouth was opening and closing, as if it was still muttering Rebecca's name.

everything is over.

Ounnie stood up, and the hatred dissipated with death, but the injured Harold was still unconscious, and it was unknown when he would wake up.

There seemed to be no real winner in this dispute. Butler Holger was chopped into pieces; Robert Jarre died; Lady Rebecca set herself on fire; and Harold fell into a coma.

And she lost the opportunity to land in Ross next summer.

"Those who are here today can stay here. I have already ordered my men to prepare ale and food for you to celebrate Harold becoming the new leader! All of you must help prepare the food. If anyone doesn't help, I won't have any wine for him to drink!"

Even though her heart was filled with melancholy, Eunnie still chose to smile and announced the party.

She also needs to use this banquet to issue some decrees.

With the opportunity to eat and drink for free, the Viking warriors raised their arms and cheered, and the people also fell into a carnival.

They watched Eunice and Harold, who was supported by his men, turn around and enter the lord's hall, and then head towards the barn behind the hall.

Ounnie and her men put Harold on the bed and covered him with a quilt, her face full of complicated emotions.

She seemed to be getting deeper and deeper into this mess, but could she back out now?
She found Ralph and Robert and decided to reorganize the Yar Guard, with her as captain and them as deputies.

"What do you want from the new guard?" Ralph asked.

Ouni told the two of them her idea. She required that the recruits must be teenagers under the age of sixteen and over the age of twelve, and must be from all territories.

She entrusted the stable to the two men and asked them to use the wealth that the former Yar had not yet had time to bury to buy horses from the people's homes.

She wanted to form a heavy cavalry like the Mongolian Qiexue Army. Although the Vikings were a pirate nation, it did not mean that there would be many enemies from land.

Ounnie took out Jarre's nautical chart parchment. From the map, she saw that she was located on Gotland Island in later Sweden and belonged to the Gotlanders (a branch of the Norse, Germanic people).

It turned out that she was in Gotland, and she had just found out about this.

Gotland is located in the central Baltic Sea, so the sea near Gotland is called the Baltic Sea (the Vikings called the nearby sea the Wadden Sea).

The Baltic Sea is an inland sea in northern Europe, between Scandinavia and Central Europe.

All the ships had been burned, and she set her sights on attacking other Viking forces on Gotland. Only in this way could she quickly restore her maritime power and go to Eastern Europe to bring back Feld's remains.

Thinking of the unconscious Harold, she felt melancholy again. If he didn't wake up, she didn't know where to dig his grave.

She could only take things one step at a time. At worst, she could dig up the coastal area and eventually find it. Hair can rot, but the armband can't rot too, right? She had engraved Field's name on it.

She planned to shift her focus to invading Eastern Europe after completely ruling Gotland, and she needed a large population to fully develop Gotland.

As for nearby Sweden and Denmark, she didn't want to touch them for the time being. Not to mention the Norsemen's strong fighting power and ferocity, the descendants of Ragnar, headed by the eldest son Halfdan the White, who lived in Denmark in the same era as her, were not easy to mess with.

Given the Vikings' temperament, there would be no benefit whether they won or lost a fight, so everyone tacitly agreed not to attack their own Vikings because they had better goals.

And even if she occupied Denmark, she would face the threat of Charlemagne, the King of the Franks, at the wrong time, which would not be worth the cost.

However, she was not sure whether it was the era of Ragnar of the Viking Age of Discovery, the era of his descendants, or the era of Rollo, Duke of Normandy.

The Viking lions were almost dead, and Rollo, Duke of Normandy, was just born.

"Madam Ou Ni, the high priest is here!" Just as Ou Ni was lost in thought, one of her subordinates reported.

Forget it, there's no point thinking too much. Now she is only half a small lord, and it is impossible for her to compete with Alfred the Great or Charlemagne.

However, if she could visit the Tang Dynasty in this lifetime, it would not be in vain. The territory of the Tang Dynasty was currently the largest, and she was only separated from the Tang Dynasty by the Eastern European settlements, the Khazar Khanate, and the Kipchak.

"Hello, Mrs. Ouni, I need to examine Harold's body, you need to step aside." said the high priest.

Ouni nodded slightly and led the others to quietly exit the room. As the door closed gently, the two priests quietly stood guard outside the door.

"Yar, it's me." The high priest's tone was teasing, "Mrs. Yar has left, how long do you plan to continue pretending?" There was a deep meaning in his smile.

Harold sat up suddenly, no longer in the vegetative state he was in before.

"She's like a piece of ice wrapped in hot butter. Her appearance is warm enough to melt everything, but her heart is so cold that no one can approach her. I can only pretend to be unconscious to get close to her. Last night, I almost got exposed." There was a hint of helplessness and bitterness in Harold's voice.

"Her performance today really surprised me. I never thought that a woman could handle one thing after another in such a complicated situation in an orderly manner. And I can solve all the problems just by lying down. My intuition tells me that if I choose to wake up, she will definitely leave!" Harold tapped the back of his waist, holding his chin with one hand, his face full of distress.

"Actually, you can pretend to be stupid after you wake up." The high priest gently made a suggestion.

"Playing dumb?" A hint of doubt flashed in Harold's eyes.

"Yes, pretending to be stupid!" the high priest answered affirmatively.

"How?" Harold asked curiously.

The high priest leaned close to Harold's ear and whispered something in a low voice. The two men laughed cunningly and triumphantly, like foxes stealing chickens.

(End of this chapter)