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Post by ladyfiaran22 on Jul 2, 2020 20:38:08 GMT -5
Chapter 81
Dave sat down on the bed, a bottle of whiskey in his lap. Everyone else ws in the yard for the rectption. He'd taken a bottle from the cellar, and was slowly draining it.
"I'm a fucking coward. I should've said something in church. That aashole's going to make her miserable, all because her dad wants a rich -in-law", he grumbled.
Dave took a large swallow from the bottle, the alcohol burning his throat. He shuddered as it reached his stomach, wincing at the sensation.
There was a commotion as a group of people trooped up the stairs. Drunken men's voices boomed from the hallway, making bawdy jokes in Norwegian.
Dave felt the knot in his stomach grow tighter, as he took another swig from the bottle. Shit', he's gonna consummate the marriage. The idea of Simon having sex with his Bridget made him ill to the point of nausea.
That bastard, he's gonna fuck her until she's pregnant. She's a woman, not a sow, he thought a tear falling down his cheek.
"Miss Bridget, I must prepare you for the wedding night", said Violet.
"Sure, I shall be waiting for my bride", said Simon, a possesive gleam in his eyes.
Violet forced a smile, leading the girl to her chambers. She quickly closed the door, locking it.
"Miss Bridget, I have something for your wedding night. I do not like Simon either, there is something unwholesome about him. If we were to find out about you and Dave, he would be very angry, I have encountered his type before", said Violet.
She took a deep breath, reaching into her pocket. Violet took out a bloody sponge, a tiny red ball.
"I have prepared brides for their wedding nights. In some cases, the husband and the father in law demand virgin brides. If the girl is not a virgin, I give her this. You insert it into your woman's passage and act coyly. When he penetrates you, scream and the blood will show as though you were a virgin. How very hypocritical", she said bitterly.
"Violet, I feel ill at the idea. I do not want Simon, I want Dave. But I shall do my duty, my family will be shamed otherwise", said Bridget, sounding resigned.
"Bridget, I do not want you unhappy. But I must think of my family as well. Dave loves you deeply, never doubt it. He did not speak up in church, he did not want to see us get in trouble. He is not a coward, he is a good man", she murmured.
Bridget gave Violet a hug. "I shall always have the memories, they will sustain me. Dia Dhuit, Mistress Karlsson", she whispered.
Dave continued to drink whiskey, wincing at the sounds coming from the room. Appareanty the wedding night had commenced, and he could hear the creak of the bed several doors down.
He heard Simon grunting like a farm animal, but nothing from Bridget. I bet she's lying there like a blow up doll, just wanting to get this over with. Don't blam her, she hates his guts.
He took another large gulp, the knot in his stomach turning into a dull ache. Bridget I'm sorry. But I couldn't let the others pay for us. I'm sorry, je t' amie, Bridget, he vowed, tears filling his eyes.
He heard Simon grunt, and Bridget cry softly, like a wounded dove. Violet's sponge must've worked, he thought sardonically.
Tomorrow, they leave for Finland. I'll probably never see her again, why'd I have to get involved?, he wondered.
Simon groaned one last time, but he heard nothing from Bridget. I bet she hated every minute of it. Asshole, if I could, I'd kill the son of a bitch with my bare hands, he vowed.
Daniel opened the door, frowning at the almost empty bottle in his lap. "Dave, you are only tormenting yourself this way. And too much drink is bad for you", he chided gently.
"Daniel, I could hear them. You know how that feels, hearing the woman I love being fucked by that asshole? It fucking hurts", he growled, tears streaming down his cheeks.
Daniel took the bottle for him. "Dave, drinking solves nothing. After Maura died, I just wanted to drown my sorrows, but I have Annaly to take care of. You must pull yourself together, they leave on the morrow for Turku, you may never her again. You love her, and gave her memories she shall always cherish. I thought I would never love again, but then I met Amy. Pull yourself together", he said, putting a hand on his shoulder.
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Post by Tim on Jul 3, 2020 0:10:30 GMT -5
Dave is human after all.
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Post by ladyfiaran22 on Jul 3, 2020 22:26:45 GMT -5
Sorry about the lack of translation
Chapter 82
Bridget sighed, a sinking feeling in her stomach. After several weeks of traveling, they had finally arrived in Turku, Finland.
They had crossed the mountains from Bergen to Oslo, where they boarded a ship to Copenhagen. From there, it was another ship to Stockholm, and finally to Turku.
Simon was sent to Turku to manage the Finnish branch of the business. Bridget had been depressed the whole journey. It was only her and Simon, along with his bodyguard Vagn.
Simon had more or less ignored her at, except at night. Bridget closed her eyes, her stomach churning at the idea.
I cannot stand his touch, I only want Dave to touch me. Simon is so greedy, not tender at all. He will not stop until I am with child, she thought bitterly.
Violet hadn't been able to give her the recipe for the potion. It is only a matter of time, I would not hate the babe, it is not their fault.She closed her eyes, smiling at the idea of a baby with red hair and hazel eyes, like Dave.
"We are here at Mustasydan, wife. I am master here", said Simon, a stern expression on his face.
"Yes, I know, Simon", she replied.
"Good, you must remember, pikku kaunis. I am your husband, you obey me", he said.
Bridget shivered. His green eyes were cold, in spite of the smile on his face. What did he mean by that?, she wondered.
Vagn stopped his horse in front of a large house. The house was located inland, several kilometers from the city itself. It was a large, two-story house made of dark, almost black wood, the white shutters on the windows startling against the blackness. It was right in the middle of a dense forest, only a few feeble rays of light poking out from the canopy of trees.
It is such a gloomy house, unlike Papa's house. I have a bad feeling about ths, she thouhgt.
A middle-aged woman exited the house, walking over to them. She was short and stout, graying blond hair under a kerchief, wearing a plain black dress and an apron.
"Tervetuloa, Herra Bergstrom, Herra Jansen. Mika sinun vaimo?", she asked.
"Kylla, Rouva Koivu. Saanko esitella minun vaimo, Bridget?', replied Simon.
"Kuinka voitte, Neiti Bridget. Olen Rouva Koivu, puhdistaa", she said politely.
"Det var hyggetig a mote dem. Jeg snakker bare Engelsk, Norsk, Dansk, og Gaelic. Jeg ikke vet Suomi", she said apologitically.
Mrs. Koivu looked confused. "Han tehda puhutteko Suomi", he replied smoothly.
"Anteeksi, Neiti Bridget. Kaykaa sisaan", she said, leading them to the house.
Bridget sat on the edge of the bed in her chamber, feeling very depressed. Simon had just shown her to her room and had left immediately with Vagn, leaving her alone.
I do not like it here already. I do not understand any Finnish, and that is all they speak here. Mistress Koivu by seems pleasant enough, but I still do not like this, she thought, tears forming in her eyes.
There was a slight knock on the door, and then a servant girl walked in. She was quite young, about fourteen or fifteen years old, with long blond hair and soft blue eyes.
"Paivaa, Neiti Bridget. Olen Maria Jokinen, sinun lastenhoistaja", she said, making a curtsy.
"Hello, Maria. I assume you are my maid. Can you speak anything other than Finnish?", she asked hopefully.
Maria looked blankly at her mistress. "Mita sanoitte? Ei ymmartaa", she said, a puzzled look on her face.
"Does anyone here speak anything other than bloody Finnish?", she muttered.
"Sina ei Suomi?", she asked.
Bridget shook her head, hoping she understood.
"Mina nahola, Neiti Bridget", she replied in understanding. Maria walked over to the closet and took out several dresses, laying them out on the bed.
Bridget nodded in understanding. She gazed at the dresses, examining them. They were pretty, yet simple dresses for being in the house, which did not require a corset or petticoats.
She chose an apple green cotton dress with short sleeves and a round collar. Maria nodded, unlacing her dress and helping her out of the corset. Bridget sighed in relief, taking a deep breath. She smiled gratefully at the girl, as she helped her put on the dress.
Maria pointed to a chair in front of the vanity, motioning for her to sit down. She took out the pins in Bridget's hair, the dark brown mass cascading almost to her waist. Maria found a brush at ran it through her hair.
Bridget closed her eyes, as Maria brushed her hair. She is a good girl, she reminds me of Greta. It is not her fault she cannot understand me. I hope there is someone who speaks something other than Finnish, she mused.
Meanwhile, Simon and Vagn had gone to their private chamber in the basement of the house. Vagn lit a torch in the corner of the room, as it was flooded with light.
Simon locked the door behind him, quickly glancing about the room. It was their secret room, where they went to be alone. It was low-ceilinged with only one tiny window near the top. The walls were painted black, the floors covered with black bear pelts.
All the furniture was made of rich cherry wood, the deep red color taking on a sinister glow in the darkness. On the walls hung the heads of animals mounted on wooden plaques, their dead glassy eyes shining in the torchlight.
Simon poured them each a goblet of red wine, the liquid being poured the only sound in the room. He handed one to Vagn, as they saluted each other.
"Skoal", he toasted, drinking the wine.
"How long?", asked Vagn.
"I would say about a year. Then the last obstacle will be eliminated. We can conduct our business as we please, my wealth will shield us", he chuckled, an odd gleam in his eyes.
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Post by ladyfiaran22 on Jul 5, 2020 9:45:34 GMT -5
Chapter 83
Dave and Annaly walked in the forest, her clutching a basket. "We are going to find a lot of berries, Mistress Hamilton makes the best jelly", she said, licking her lips.
"I know, no wonder James is getting fat. I used to tease Junior about being such a farmboy, and now look at me", he joked.
"Who is Junior, Dave?", she asked.
"Junior is David Ellison, my partner. He's from Minnesota, right off the farm he is. Good kid, I had to show him the ropes when he moved to LA", he chuckled.
"Is he related to the Ellisons who live in the valley?", she asked.
"Yeah, I think so. I mean, Leif and Pastor Holmgren look just like him. One of his sisters is married to a guy named Ellison, and the kids look just like her. Which is a good thing, her husband is damn ugly. I wouldn't be surprised if everyone in the family looks like Junior", he cracked.
"Is Junior your friend? Do you miss him, Dave?", she asked.
He sighed, a wistful expression in his hazel eyes. "Yeah, I guess you could say that. I tease the hell outta him, but he's a good kid. I think I do miss him", he mused aloud.
Tarja was outside feeding nuts to the squirrels in the yard, when she saw them. "Paivaa, Master Maxwell and Miss Connolly. How may I help you?", she asked graciously.
"Oh hi, Tarja. We were gathering berries, we must've stumbled on your place by accident", he replied sheepishly.
"You are not a bother to me. Come in, I just gathered some apples and wild honey, and have brewed a pot of tea", she said, leading them inside.
Annaly gazed curiously at the room. "Are you a witch, Mistress Tarja?", she asked innocently.
"Some have called us witches, but we do not consort with the devil or deliberately harm others. Yes, I can see things and predict events, but I do not use my gifts to hurt others", she replied.
"Papa says my mother was killed for being a witch. Am I a witch?", she asked, her eyes wide.
"No, your mother was a healer, skilled with herbs, yes, but not a witch. Only the ignorent believe such things", said Tarja, setting out a bowl of apples and another bowl of honey.
The apples were amongst the first of the newly ripened crop. Their reddish skins were shiny, spots of green vivid against the red. The honey waas a deep golden brown, catching the rays of the sun from the tiny window.
"Ooh, apples. I have not had apples in over a year. You like apples, Dave?", she asked, grabbing an apple.
Dave smiled at her, grabbing an apple for himself and cutting it open. He sliced it, removing the core and tossing it aside, dipping the slice into the honey.
He ate the slice, a smile slowly forming on his lips. "Let me cut the apple for you, Annaly" he said, cutting the apple for her.
Tarja took a bite of her own apple, watching them with a thoughtful expression on her face. He is not a bad sort at all. There is a lot of goodness in this young man. He was a on a path to self destruction, hopefully he shall not fall back into his old ways.
"Master Maxwell, you appear to be very fond of Miss Connolly", she said.
"She's a good kid. I got several nieces her age, I like to babysit them", he replied, a wistful look on his face.
"How many nieces you have, Dave?", asked Annaly, popping an apple slice into her mouth.
"I have three sisters and three nieces. I like to babysit them, they're good kids. You're a good kid, Annaly", he murmured.
Yeah, and I should never have kids. They might end up as fucked up as me, and I don't want my kids to hate me when they grow up. Besides, I don't have Bridget. I can't have kids without her, he thought, quickly finishing off the rest of his apple.
Dave and Annaly emerged from the forest several hours later. The basket was full to bursting with ripe berries, the succulent blue and purple fruit fat and juicy.
"Dave, Miss Tarja found us some good berries. I cannot wait to have pie", giggled Annaly, smacking her lips.
Dave chuckled, ruffling her hair. "I know. Man, I haven't had pie in years, since I was a kid when we'd go to Grandma's house", he said wistfully.
They both made their way into the kitchen, where Jeanie was helping the cook, Helga. "We got the berries, Miss Helga. I cannot wait for the pie", she giggled.
Helga smiled at them. She was a tall, stout woman with graying hair and light blue eyes. She wore a simple blue dress and an apron stretched over her ample bosom.
"Ja, you have the berries. And what good berries they are", she cackled, taking the basket from them.
"Annaly, Amy is in the weaving room, if you wish join her. Or do you want to work in the kitchen?", asked Jeanie.
"I want to work in the kitchen, I do not like weaving", said Annaly, making a face.
"All right", replied Jeanie, handing her an apron.
"Where's the other guys?", asked Dave.
"Kurt and Daniel are minding the children. Axel is helping Violet, and Cliff and James are out hunting", she replied.
Dave nodded in thanks and exited the kitchen. He made his way to the back garden, following the sounds of children's voices.
He couldn't help but smile when he beheld the sight. Kurt, Daniel and Mary were watching the children. The older children played with each other, as the babies lay down on a blanket.
Kurt had out a guitar, quietly tuning it. Mary peered over his shoulder, observing his fingers. Daniel looked on impassively, watching his fingers.
"So Kurt, you play the guitar here too?", he asked, immediately feeling dumb about asking the question.
"Yeah, Lachlan had a guitar in the attic. I'm teaching Mary to play too, and I'm gonna teach Keith when he's old enough", he said proudly.
"Cool, I wonder if he has a spare?", he muttered under his breath.
"Later on, Mary and I are going to play together. You want to join us?", he asked.
"Eh, why not. I'll just put in some earplugs in case it sucks", he joked.
Kurt gave him a small smile. Dave's trying to hide it, but he's miserable. He must really miss Bridget, but he does try to hide it, he mused, feeling sorry for Dave.
Later on that evening, the entire group, along with the Mackenzie family and the servants were gathered in the parlor. Kurt and Mary stood in the center, all eyes on them.
Kurt strummed a guitar, Mary clearing her throat. He then played the opening notes of Battle of Evermore, as she began to sing.
Dave felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. Kurt and Mary had a wonderful chemistry while performing, his guitar playing a compliment to her soprano.
They're perfect for each other, like Bridget and I. I wish we could be like them, he thought, tears filling his eyes.
"That was great, guys", he said, abruptly leaving the room.
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Post by ladyfiaran22 on Jul 6, 2020 18:07:03 GMT -5
Chapter 83
Simon and Vagn were in their chamber, lying naked in bed. Simon kissed his lover, caressing the whip marks on his bakc.
"Oh Simon, I want it again", he moaned.
"Ask, and you shall receive", he chuckled sardonically, caressing him with the whip, before lifting it and striking him.
Vagn moaned in pain and ecstacy, the tiny pinpricks of blood on his flesh like rubies in the dim light. Simon had an equally ecstatic look on his face, enjoying the torment he inflicted.
"That was wonderful, Simon. Too bad about your wife, how much longer do we have?", he grumbled.
"She is with child, she told me yesterday. After the child is born, then we get rid of her. The brat can be raised by Mrs. Koivu. Hopefully it is a boy, I need an heir, a girl would be fine as well, I need someone to inherit everything", he replied.
Vagn stroked his head, kissing his cheek. "Shall I go to the village and get a boy for us? Finnish boys are so pretty", he chuckled.
"Yes, I am in the mood for some young flesh. Pay off the mother, though, and tell her to keep her mouth shut. Finns are like children, several kronor should do", he said.
Bridget sat in front of her vanity, as Maria brushed her hair. She dismissed her maid, placing her hand protectively over her belly.
I am with child, she thought, a sad smile on her lips. I hope it is Dave's child, and not Simon's. But I took the potion when we slept together, except for that last time...
Her eyes widened in delight, hope filling inside her. If I conceived that night, it could be Dave's child, instead. But even if it were Simon's child, I would love them. It is not their fault, who their father is, she vowed.
I wonder how everyone back home is doing. I wonder if Sean is courting Sonja, and how all the children are doing, and if Master Burton still tells the children Black Sabbath stories, she chuckled to herself.
She swiftly undressed and put on her shift, climbing under the covers of the bed. She was grateful that Simon had not come to her; in fact, he had not touched her since they had arrived.
That is odd, but I am grateful. Lying with him was terrible. Maybe he has a mistress who slakes his lust. Oh Dave, hopefully this is your child, and your child will be as good and handsome as you are, she prayed, silent tears falling down her cheeks.
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Post by ladyfiaran22 on Jul 7, 2020 9:09:20 GMT -5
Chapter 84
Pekka Toivenen and his friend Johannes Valo left their village of Rantajarvi. "The manor is hiring, and I need the coin to court Hanna", said Pekka eagerly.
"Yes, I know, you two drive me sick with all your love-talk. I wish I court a woman, but all the women want to court me", chuckled Johannes sardonically.
Pekka smiled at his friend. Poor Johannes, it is not his fault he is as beautiful as a woman, he mused.
Pekka and Johannes were as physically dissimilar as two friends could be. Pekka was short and stout, his dark brown hair and olive skin a reminder of his Roma heritage. His round face was dominated by bright blue eyes and full lips, which were often turned up in a smile. Johannes was tall and slender, wavy dark brown hair falling past his shoulders. His face was delicate, with an androgynous beauty, with its full lips, high cheekbones and brilliant green eyes.
"I would not mind being coveted by so many women, Johannes. It is better than being an ugly troll like myself", he joked.
"Of course you would, you are not exactly handsome yourself", he retorted.
They reached the house several minutes later. Pekka knocked on the door, and it was answered by Mrs. Jarvinen.
"Hello, may I help you?", she asked kindly.
"Yes, we wish to apply for employment here", said Pekka.
"Follow me, lads", she said, leading them inside.
Simon had just emerged from his chamber, a satisfied grin on his face. He was going to the kitchen for a cup of tea, when he saw the young men.
He quickly glanced over at Pekka, dismissing him as being too ugly. His gaze fell on Johannes, the green orbs widening in lust. What a pretty boy, he is far prettier than the peasants in the village.
His expression was bland, as he looked at the two young men. "Paivaa, gentlemen. What is your business here?", he asked smoothly.
"We are looking for employment, Herra Bergstrom", replied Pekka.
"As a matter of fact, I do have an opening. What are your names?", he asked.
"I am Pekka Toivenen, and this is my friend Johannes Valo", he said politely.
Pekka felt an eerie chill go down his spine. He gazed back at Simon, finding something unwholesome about him.
Simon looked the picture of the elegant, yet dissipated, aristocrat. His wavy blond hair curled in disarray around his cold, pretty face, green eyes slightly glassy from drink. He was clad in red silk pajama bottoms and a red velvet smoking gown, velvet slippers on his feet.
"Young man, I have a job for you. I need someone to be my valet, to help me. You look like a good boy, and you are very handsome, a valet must be handsome as well, I do not want an ugly valet attending me. What do you say, Herra Valo?", he asked.
Johannes tried to control the pounding of his heart. I am going to be a lord's valet. Mama will be so proud, he thought happily.
"I shall, Herra Bergstrom. Mama will be so proud", he said.
"Yes, your mama will be proud", replied Simon smoothly.
Johannes and Pekka walked back to their village. Johannes was excited at his prospects, but his friend was upset. I did not find employment in the manor, I hope Mama and Hanna are not disappointed in me, he thought sadly.
"Do not worry, Pekka. There must be other ways to find coin. There is always the army or going off to sea", he said reassuringly.
"Maybe you are right, ystava. If I cannot find work here, I can join the army, my father's there, he has connection. At least I shall be useful, defending the land for the kind", he replied sardonically.
"Yes, like the King of Sweden cares about us peasants. Remember when the king visited Turku? He is not much of a king, and he did not even speak a word of Finnish", said Johannes, rolling his eyes.
They arrived at the village several minutes later. "See you tomorrow, Pekka", said Johannes, waving goodbye to his friend.
"Johannes, did you find employement?", asked his mother, Olga, speaking with a slight Russian accent. She was still slim and lovely, her blond hair braided and piled on top of her head, her blue eyes cheerful.
"Joo, Mama. Herra Bergstrom said I shall train to be his valet", he said proudly.
Olga embraced him, a proud smile on her face. "Johannes, I am so proud of yu. This can be a great opportunity", she beamed.
"Where is Tatiana?", he asked.
"She is out walking with Mikko. They will be home shortly, he is coming over for supper", she replied.
Johannes chuckled. His sister Tatiana was being courted by his good friend, Mikko. I could not ask for a better man for my sister, he will treat her well, he thought.
Olga hummed under her breath, as she bustled about the kitchen. His eyes fell upon a framed portrait of his father, who was dressed as Macbeth, a smile forming on his lips.
Papa I wish you were here, so I could tell you the good news. I am going to be a valet for Herra Bergstrom, he thought, smiling.
His father, Saku Valo, was an actor in the Teatteri Englannkielnen a Suomalainen, a premier Shakespearean troupe that toured Finland and Russia. He had met Olga while playing an engagement in Vyborg, and had taken her back to his village, where they married.
Just then, the door opened and Tatiana and Mikko stepped in. Tatiana was tall and slim, with her mother's blond hair and blue eyes. She had a shy, almost anxious smile on her face, her cheeks flushed. Mikko was over six feet tall, with long dark blond hair framing his thin face, blue eyes darting about nervously.
"Paivaa, Herra Vestarinen. I hope you are treating my daughter well", said Olga, raising an eyebrow.
Mikko turned bright red, looking down at the floor. "Paivaa, madam. I like your daughter very much", he stammered.
"Mama, you are frightening him. Do not worry, Mama will not bite", chuckled Tatiana.
Johannes smiled, putting an arm around his friend. "Tatiana, Mikko, I have great news. I am going to be a valet to Herra Bergstrom", he said proudly.
"Congratulations, brother. You are becoming a gentleman", she teased, as he blushed.
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Post by Tim on Jul 7, 2020 11:11:32 GMT -5
Olga? Tatiana?
This can't be a coincidence.
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Post by ladyfiaran22 on Jul 7, 2020 11:19:16 GMT -5
Olga? Tatiana?
This can't be a coincidence.
They were the first Russian names that came to mind while I wrote it, they have no relation to OTMA since it’s set in the 18th century
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Post by Tim on Jul 7, 2020 11:23:25 GMT -5
Toss in a Maria and Anastasia and you'll have a complete set.
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Post by ladyfiaran22 on Jul 8, 2020 7:22:06 GMT -5
Chapter 85
Johannes preened before the mirror, gazing at his reflection. He was dressed in tight black breeches and a white, buttoned-down shirt. Over the shirt was an embroidered waistcoat in deep ruby red and sapphire blue, tiny glass beads catching the light. His dark brown hair fell in shining waves to his shoulders, his green eyes dancing with delight.
I look like a real gentleman. I wish Mama could see, he thought proudly.
Johannes took one last look in the mirror, before leaving the room. He made his way to Simon's chamber, his heart racing with excitement.
Simon was already waiting for him. He was clad in a green silk robe and matching trousers, his hair neatly combed and parted to the side.
His eyes lit up with pleasure when he saw the younger man. He is very handsome, he will do nicely, he mused, a smile forming on his lips.
"The outfit suits you, Johannes. I may call you that, right? After all, I am the master", he murmured, arching an eyebrow.
"Yes, yes, Herra Bergstrom", he stammered.
"My dear boy, you do not have to be so flustered. You are just a country boy, but I shall make a proper gentleman of you yet", he whispered, leading him inside.
Vagn was already there, standing at attention. In contrast to Simon's prettiness, he was a hard, rough-looking man. He was over six feet tall and muscular, dark brown hair framing a strong, harsh face.
He said nothing, his blue eyes gazing dispassionately at them. "This is my bodyguard, Vagn. He is also your master, and you obey him as well. Agreed?", he asked smoothly.
Johannes nodded. "Yes, Herra Bergstrom", he replied.
"Good. You have very good manners for a peasant lad. Where did you get your looks? You do not look like a peasant", said Simon.
"My father, Saku Valo, he is an actor. He is currently traveling with his troupe, the Teatteri Englannkielnen a Suomalainen. They specialize in plays by Master Shakespeare. My father has played Hamlet", he boasted.
"Interesting. So you are not a mere peasant lad, good. This shall be interesting. Johannes, whatever transpires here, tell no one. It would shame your mother. You do want your mother proud of you, right, Johannes?", he purred.
Johannes nodded, his eyes wide. What does he mean by that? I am going to be his valet, it is not like we are doing anything immoral,, he mused, puzzled.
"Good boy, Johannes. Just remember, if you are a good boy, you will be rewarded. If you are a bad boy, you will be punished. Understand?", asked Simon.
"Yes, Herra Bergstrom", he replied.
"Good", he murmured, kissing the startled boy on the lips.
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Post by ladyfiaran22 on Jul 8, 2020 23:01:06 GMT -5
Chapter 86
Dave sat on the edge of his bed, his shoulders heaving with sobs. Watching Mary and Kirk together made him miss Bridget even more.
Damn it, Maxwell. You ran away like a pussy. You should be ashamed of yourself, he thought bitterly.
There was a knock on the door and then Annaly entered. "Why are you so sad, Dave?", she asked.
He lifted his face, hazel eyes red from crying. "Annaly, it's grownup stuff. You'll understand when you get older", he murmured sadly.
"Is it about Miss Bridget? She looked very sad", she replied innocently.
"How did you know that? You're a smart chick", he chuckled weakly.
"I am not dumb, Dave. I saw how you looked at Miss Bridget. It is how Papa looks at Amy", she replied.
"You're a good kid, Annaly. You're right, I can't believe she got married to that asshole", he muttered.
Sean entered the room, looking about furtively, before closing the door. "I could not help but overhear your conversation. Dave, I know about you and Bridget", he said.
Dave felt his heart skip a beat, but he remained outwardly calm. "So, you're gonna tell your dad and have him kick my ass?", he asked blandly.
"No, Dave. I do not like Simon either, but for personal reasons. Simon is not what he appears to be. You see, Simon and Vagn... Please go, Annaly, this is not for children", he said gently.
Annaly pouted, as she left the room in a huff. Sean sighed, closing and locking the door behind him. "Dave, Simon and Vagn, I caught them in the barn together. They were naked, kissing, like man does with a woman. Dave, they are sodomites", he whispered in disgust.
His eyes widened in shock. "What the fuck? Simon and his meathead bodyguard are gay? Then why the hell did your dad let them get married? Doesn't he have a clue?", he asked incredulously.
"Papa did not know, Simon is discreet about this. I am not sure if Herr Bergstrom knows either. I cannot believe I saw that. It was so ugly", he shuddered.
"Don't blame you, Sean. Got nothing against gays myself, but I don't wanna see that either. Why are you telling me this, though? Have you told anyone else?", he asked.
"No Dave. If I had told Father, Herr Bergstrom would have challenged him to a duel. And I would have been punished for lying", he replied sadly.
"Yeah, no one wants to find out sonny boy is gay. If this is true, this is dynamite. Poor Bridget, married to a gay dude. I had an idea he might be gay, and I was right. So what the hell do we do?", he asked.
"If we tell Father, he will not believe me. And Turku is very far from here", said Sean.
Suddenly, his head came up, his eyes flashing. "I got it! We can tell the Reverand Holmgren. We can ask him for advice, and he will not tell anyone. I have a feeling that this marriage would be considered illegal if he is a sodomite", said Sean.
"Good idea, let's visit the Rev", chuckled Dave.
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Post by ladyfiaran22 on Jul 10, 2020 8:00:26 GMT -5
Chapter 87
"Hello gentlemen, do you wish to speak with the Reverand?", asked Mrs. Hansen, his housekeeper.
"Yes, ma'am. It's a private family matter, and we need to ask some questions", said Dave, smiling politely at the woman.
"Follow me, he is in the garden and he should be in shortly. Do you want tea? And I have just baked a gooseberry tart", said Mrs. Hansen, leading them into the parlor.
Dave and Sean sat down on the sofa in the parlor, as Mrs. Hansen went to the kitchen. Just then, the Reverand Holmgren entered. He was dressed casually in black breeches and a white shirt, in his stockinged feet, the muddy boots discarded by the door. His dark blond hair grazed his collar, his hazel eyes welcoming.
Wow, he looks a lot like Junior. And he's kinda young to be a priest, thought Dave.
The Reverand smiled, shaking their hands. Mrs. Hansen entered the parlor, bearing a teapot and a tray with with plates and cups. She set down the tray and teaport, going back to the kitchen. She then returned with a pitcher of cream, a plate of lemons, a sugar bowl and a platter with the gooseberry tart, along with knives and forks. She set it all down on the table, before discreetly leaving.
"How do you take your tea, Herr Maxwell?", he asked.
"I haven't drunk tea since I was a kid. Eh, just put a lump of sugar in it, I'm not sure how you're supposed to drink tea", he shrugged.
"I will have mine with a drop of cream, one lump of sugar and lemon", said Sean.
The Reverand nodded, preparing their tea, handing them the cups. He then cut them each a piece of tart, as they ate.
When they finished, he turned to face them. "Why have come to see me? Surely it is not because of Mrs. Hansen's gooseberry tart", he chuckled.
"No, Reverand Holmgren. It is actually a family matter and we need advice. You see, the marriage between my sister and Herr Bergstrom has a problem. You see, he is a sodomite", whispered Sean in disgust.
The Reverand's eyes widened, but he kept calm, sipping his tea. "Go on, Herr Mackenzie", he murmured.
"You see, I caught Herr Bergstrom and his bodyguard Vagn in the barn. They were naked and embracing, like a man does with a woman. It was disgusting, but then they saw me. Herr Bergstrom kissed me, and tried to get me join them. I ran away, I am ashamed", he murmured. His hands shook as he set the cup down in the saucer, the cup rattling as some tea spilled over.
Dave's eyes were wide in shock. Damn, Simon's worse than we thought. I would've kicked his ass, he thought angrily.
"This is a very serious thing, Herr Mackenzie. If what you said is true, then the marriage between your sister and Herr Bergstrom is invalid. A marriage between a woman and a sodomite is invalid, and contrary to the laws of God and man. I will have to annul it, but it will be a scandal", he replied.
"Can you do it, Reverand? Only thing is, they're in Turku, Finland. It's gonna be a helluva long trip, pardon my French", said Dave.
"I will speak to your father and Herr Bergstrom. It is illegal, and I will pray for your sister. Thank you for telling me this, gentlemen", said the Reverand.
"Reverand Holmgren, why do you wish to speak with us?", asked Lachlan.
The Reverand bowed his head, a slight smile on his lips. "I must speak to you and Herr Bergstrom regarding the marriage of your children, Simon and Bridget", he said politely.
"What is the matter? The papers were all in order, the fees were paid and the banns were posted, everything. What is going on?", demanded Thor Bergstrom. He was a bluff, hearty man in his fifties, almost bear-like in appearance. Like his partner, he still retained the aura of a ship's captain, not an aristocrat.
The Reverand saw the women and children, smiling gently at them. "Ladies, this is a very serious topic we are about to discurss. It is not appropriate for children. Please take the children out of the room", he said.
"Why?", asked Annaly.
"Annaly, do what the Reverand says. He is still a man of God, even though he is of the new church", said Daniel, as he led the women and children out of the room.
"So what do you need to tell us, Reverand?", asked Lachlan, as the men all sat down.
He took a deep breath, a thoughtful look in his hazel eyes. "Herr Mackenzie, Herr Bergstrom, this is not going to be easy to say. You see, Herr Bergstrom, your son is a sodomite", he said quietly.
Thor's face grew pale, then turned red with rage. He growled, grabbing the Reverand by the collar. "How dare you say that? I would kill you for saying that, you liar. My son is a handsome, virile man", he spat, shoving him away.
The Reverand got to his feet, straightening his collar. "Herr Bergstrom, I am not lying. Sean Mackenzie and Herr Maxwell came to my house earlier today. Sean told me everything, that he saw your son and his bodyguard naked and embracing like a man would do with a woman. And your son made overtures to Sean", he replied calmly.
Lachlan was absolutely stunned. I married my daughter to a sodomite?, he thought in a daze. Suddenly, he felt ill. My poor daughter, he mused, tears filling his eyes.
Thor had slumped into a chair, his mouth flopping open like a fish's. "By the gods, my son is a sodomite. Unbelievable. Lachlan, I had no idea. Simon always appeared to be popular with the ladies, I had no idea. When I get my hands on him, I will kill the both of them, he is no son of mine", he growled.
Dave watched the exchange with mixed feelings. On the one hand, he was glad to see Simon get in trouble. On the other hand, he felt it wasn't Simon's fault he was gay. If he'd been born in the 21st century, none of this shit would've happened. But hopefully the marriage will be annulled, he prayed.
"I shall have to tell the local magistrate. The marriage shall have to be annulled", said Lachlan.
"But we gotta tell them, they're all the way in Finland", said Cliff, finally speaking up.
"Someone shall have to go to Finland to deliver the news and bring Bridget back. As for Simon, I no longer want anything to do with him", growled Thor.
"I'll go", volunteered Dave.
"Me too. I speak Danish and okay Swedish, it might come in handy", said Axel.
"I shall go as well. Bridget is my sister", said Sean.
"Good, and my brother Leif will go along for protection. Also, take Mistress Tarja with you, she is a Finn, and knows the language. I know not of which church she is, but she is a goodly woman", said the Reverand.
"We must hurry, though, before the first snows. You will go overland to Oslo, from there you sail to Copenhagen. However, you will have to travel to Stockholm on foot, the Swedish government does not let our ships go that far. From there, you sail to Turku. Good luck, gentlemen", said Lachlan.
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Post by ladyfiaran22 on Jul 12, 2020 12:35:58 GMT -5
Chapter 88
One week later, the group was ready for their journey. "Remember, you must present the papers to Herr Bergstrom. I pray she is not with child", said the Reverand.
"Axel, be very careful. We shall miss you greatly", said Violet, embracing her husband.
"I'll be careful, Violet and Beatrice, you're gonna be a big girl when Daddy comes home", he chuckled. Beatrice giggled at her father, her green eyes sparkling.
"I hope Simon and has not hurt my sister, or else I will kill him", growled Sean.
"Me too. If he does, I'm gonna kick his ass real hard", muttered Dave.
"It is so far, I have never been so far from home before", said Leif, his eyes wide.
"After all these years, I am going back to Finland. I wonder if my family is still there", Tarja mused aloud.
"All right, let's roll", said Axel, as they mounted their horses and rode off.
"So we have to cross the mountains to get to Oslo?" I hope the horses make it", grumbled Dave, looking up at the mountain range.
"Yeah Maxwell, you ever seen a map of Norway before? The snow wont' fall until November or December, so we're good. We just gotta be careful with the horses", said Axel.
Dave watched enviously as the others sat easily in the saddle, while he was already feeling the effects. My butt's sore already, and now we gotta go over the mountains. My ass hurts just thinking about it, he scowled.
"Dave, I was the same way too when I first rode a horse. Don't worry, in a few days, you'll feel nothing. Look at Leif, he's barely been on a horse much either, you don't see him complaining", said Axel.
He was right; Leif was obviously awkward, but he didn't show it. He sat straight on the little brown mare, gently urging it forward.
If Junior has no problem with the horse, I can't be complaining like a baby. Even Tarja has no problem. Look sharp, Maxwell, he reminded himself.
The little party slowly trekked across the mountains, through narrow passes between the mountains. The sides of the mountains were green at this time of year, flowering with grasses, moss, and wildflowers. Jagged black rocks poked out from under the green, like strips of ragged carpet ripped from a floor.
Wow, this is wilder than Yosemite, some scenery, he mused.
"I know, Dave. Usually I do not linger, but 'tis impressive. I have crossed the mountains on numerous occasions on the way to Oslo, and 'tis nothing. Just be careful", said Sean.
Dave nodded, still impressed. Up ahead was a small glacier, the white mass startling against the green and black of the rest of the mountain.
I hope that doesn't come downhill and crush us. Do glaciers even move?, he wondered.
"Herr Maxwell, these are the biggest mountains I have ever seen", murmured Leif.
"I know. And call me Dave, Junior. Herr Maxwell makes me sound old", he cracked.
That evening, the party arrived at a farmstead in a valley. They had crossed well into the mountains and were now approximately ten to fifteen miles into the range.
"Finally, people. This is the first house I've seen since this morning", grumbled Dave.
"This is the homestead of the Nygren family. Whenever Father and I travel to Oslo, we stay with them. They shall welcome us, but behave yourselves", said Sean, dismounting his horse and walking up to the door.
He knocked on the door, and it opened. Standing on the threshold was a plump middle aged woman in a blue dress, an apron tied around her middle. Graying blond hair was concealed by a kerchief, her feet in wooden shoes.
Her face lit up when she saw Sean. "God kveld, Herr Mackenzie. Do you need lodgings for the night?", she asked.
"Ja, Fru Nygren. My companions and I need lodgings for the night", he said.
Mrs. Nygren saw the riders and smiled welcomingly at them. "Arsak, onkyer. Come, I am preparing supper", she said.
After they had led the the horses to the barn, the group entered the house. It was a simple, yet cozy wooden farmhouse. The largest room was the enormous parlor/dining room, dominated by the fireplace. A worn sofat covered in brown fabric was set away from the fire, the warmth a pleasant contrast to the chill in the air.
Mrs. Nygren went back to the kitchen, checking on the food. "Ja, the stew is coming along nicely. May I get you drinks? And what is your business, I may ask?", she asked.
"Fru Nygren, we are on our way to Finland to see my sister", replied, not wanting to disgust her.
"Ja, that is far", she said, handing them each a glass of milk.
Dave looked into his cup, puzzled. She gave us milk, I haven't drunk milk in a cup since I was a kid. I bet it came straight from the cow, he mused, taking a cautious sip.
"Fru Nygren, this is Axel Karlsson, Dave Maxwell, Leif Holmgren, and Tarja Vesala, my companions", said Sean.
"Very glad to meet you all. My husband and sons shall be coming home soon, they are in the fields. You may all have to sleep in the attic", she said apologetically.
Sean smiled at her. "We do not mind, Fru Nygren. It is much better than being out of doors", he replied graciously.
"Yeah, we've stayed in worse, trust me", said Axel.
"Of course, Karlsson", chuckled Dave.
Just then, the door opened and a group of men entered the the parlor. A tall, stout man was followed by four equally large young men, all with shoulder length blond hair and blue eyes.
"God kvelden, Sigrid. Who are our guests?", asked the older man.
"Anders, these are Herr Mackenzie and his companions. They are on their way to Finland to see his sister", said Mrs. Nygren.
"Ja, very nice to see you gentlemen, miss. We are all hungry, Sigrid", said Anders.
"I know, dinner shall be ready soon", she said, going to the kitchen.
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Post by ladyfiaran22 on Jul 15, 2020 6:26:14 GMT -5
Chapter 89
The group arrived in Oslo several days later. The town was at the bottom of a series of hills, the Oslofjord shining in the sun. It was surrounded by green hills, several houses nestled at their feet. The dock was full of boats and ships, some large, some small.
"Oslo is a lot smaller than when we last visited, that was in 1984", shrugged Lars.
"Of course, dumbass. It's a lot bigger in the 20th century", retorted Dave.
"Stop that. The ship sails tomorrow for Copenhagen, it is only six or seven hours. Unfortunately, we must go to Stockholm overland, our ships cannot go to Swedish territory without a permit", said Sean.
"Then how come you got a branch in Turku? Isn't that Swedish territory?", asked Lars, puzzled.
"Aye. However, the company branch is in my father's name, as he is not a Danish subject. However, Bridget and I are Danish subjects. Simon is the manager, but the company is in my father's name", he explained.
"Smooth, your dad's a helluva businessman. So what do we do in the meantime?", asked Lars.
"Let us take Mistress Tarja and Leif sightseeing. We shall find accomidations later", said Sean.
Leif looked down at the city, his eyes wide. "Aye, 'tis big. I doubt you have seen anything like that before", chuckled Sean.
"Ja, I have only seen Bergen twice, to sell vegetables with my father. Even that was not as big as Oslo", he said shyly.
"I have seen Turku and Aberdeen, but they are small compared to Oslo. Is Copenhagen as big?", asked Tarja.
"Hell yeah. I was born in Copenhagen, Oslo is about the same size. I do want to see what Copenhagen looks like now, though. I wonder if I can find my old house", he mused aloud.
Later on that evening, they find an inn near the docks. "Ja, may I help you?", asked the innkeeper, an enormous man with heavily muscled arms.
"Ja, two rooms, if you can spare them", replied Sean.
"We have room, are you travelers?", he asked.
"Ja, we are traveling to Copenhagen on business on the morrow", he replied.
"Ja, here are your keys", he said, handing them the keys.
The group went upstairs to their rooms. "Leif and I will share a room, Dave and Lars, you share with Tarja", said Sean.
"Not bad. First time I shared a room with a chick and didn't want to fuck her", joked Lars.
"Yeah, she's your mother-in-law, dipshit", retorted Dave.
"Anyway, let us rest for a bit, then we shall get something to eat. Remember, try not to attract attention, I do not want to get robbed", warned Sean.
"Yeah, I heard there were a lot of thieves back then. I don't want trouble", said Dave.
He took out the key and opened the door. The room was spartan, but reasonably clean. In the center of the room was a large bed on a brass frame, a nightstand with a bowl next to it. A cracked mirror stood in the corner, heavy grime coating the surface.
"Eh, it sucks, but I've stayed in worse, trust me", said Dave.
"I know. Who get's the bed, though?", asked Lars.
"Tarja, you take the bed, because you're a girl", said Dave.
"Kiitos, Master Mustaine. But it is a large bed, and the floor is cold. Are you sure you want to sleep on the floor?", she asked.
"Yeah, she's right. I guess we can all sleep in the bed. I mean, it's not like we're going to have sex. This is only for one night", said Lars.
"All right. I hope you don't snore or have cold feet, Ulrich", joked Dave.
"Same here, Mustaine", he retorted.
Several minutes later, they all went downstairs to the dining room. Sean led them to a table in the back, as they all sat down.
"Remember, do not get drunk or attract attention. I am trying to be discreet", said Sean.
Dave nodded, taking in his surroundings. The tavern was smoky and dark, the aroma of roasting meat and wood smoke hanging in the air. Their table was covered in a rough woolen cloth, the sawdust crunching under their boots. There were only a few other people there, travelers like themselves.
A serving girl came over to their table, a saucy grin on her face. She was blond and buxom, clad in a tight red dress that could barely contain her breasts.
"What can I get you?", she asked, winking at Leif.
His face turned bright red, as the others chuckled knowingly. "The daily special and three tankards of ale and two glasses of milk", said Sean politely.
"Your wish is my command", she giggled, walking towards the kitchen. Leif kept his eyes on her backside, the flush still on his cheeks.
"Oooh Junior, you got the hots for her?", teased Dave.
"Ja, she is nice", he mumbled.
"Aye, I know. But I am courting Sonja", chuckled Sean.
"Thanks for ordering the milk. I don't wanna look like a wimp", said Dave.
"Dave, you cannot drink alcohol. And that was kind of you Sean", said Lars.
"I know several men like that. They drink and become violet. Dave, you are like that. 'Tis terrible, but you are not a weak man for it", replied Sean.
The waitress arrived with their drinks, before going back to the kitchen. Dave couldn't help but feel envious w hen he saw the others drink their beer. Man, here I am in a bar, drinking milk. I hope the others never hear of this, he thought.
The girl arrived several minutes later with their food. It was some type of heavy stew, brown chunks of meat floating in the gravy. The vegetables floated on the surface, a contrast to the brownness. A loaf of bread was set down in the middle of the table, a knife stuck in its side.
Dave poked at the food with his spoon, stirring his plate. It can't be that bad, it looks like canned stew, he thought, cautiously taking a bite.
"Not bad, but a bit salty. Oh well, I'm starving", he shrugged.
"Yeah, it's not bad, eat up", commanded Lars.
When they were finished, the girl cleared the table. Sean took out a leather pouch form under his shirt, putting a few coins on the table.
"Let us go upstairs, so we do not attract trouble", he said, as they all went upstairs.
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Post by ladyfiaran22 on Sept 30, 2020 9:10:16 GMT -5
I’m restarting this fic since it’s already finished and saved, I’m looking to get back into writing
Chapter 90
"Johannes, how is your job? Is it exciting?", giggled Tatiana.
He smiled wanly at his sister. "It is interesting, Tatiana. Is Mikko taking you out tonight?", he asked, changing the subject.
Tatiana giggled, a flush on her cheeks. "Kylla, there is a dance in the church tonight. He is taking me", she sighed.
He smiled but it didn't reach his eyes. I wish I could be happy for them, but I cannot. I am lucky Herra Bergstrom let me see them, I must be a good boy, he thought.
Johannes closed his eyes, shuddering at what they did to him. I cannot let Mama and Papa know, they would be ashamed. It is evil, and I cannot stop them, he mused.
"Mama, I am going for a walk", he said, getting up from the table.
Johannes left the house, and made a quick detour into the forest. The voices of the villagers grew fainter, the farther he went.
I am ashamed of myself, they do that, and I like it. I am not a sodomite, I do not want to be one. I need to get married to a woman, my parents would be ashamed of me, he thought, his eyes filling with tears.
In spite of his good looks, Johannes had never really been attracted to women. Some he found to be attractive, but he actually preferred men.
He was torn. On the one hand, his parents and the villagers would be disgusted and ashamed of him. On the other hand, he wanted to lie with a man as though they were a woman.
Herra Bergstrom is kind, and I like his caresses. But I cannot let my parents find out. What do I do?, he wondered.
Johannes came to a clearing in the forest. In the center was a makeshift hut made of tree branches and leaves, the walls caked with hard-packed dirt.
Outside was a man in his late twenties to early thirties. He was clad in a snow-white robe, his long black beard and hair providing a contrast. He sat cross-legged, smoking a long clay pipe, the smoke curling about his head.
The man sensed his presence, slowly turning to face him. His eyes were a startling shade of blue, the color of the lake near the village. They were slightly tilted at the corners; along with his high cheekbones and black hair, this gave him a vaguely exotic appearance.
"Paivaa, vieras. I am Kullervo", he said, speaking with an odd accent.
"I am Johannes, I am sorry to have bothered you sir", he replied.
"Nonsense, my boy. Come, let me make you some tea", he said, leading them into the hut.
Kullervo led him inside the hut. Johannes looked around curiously. It was tiny, a single room furnished with only a small table, two chairs, and a straw pallet covered with a blanket.
He set a kettle on the tiny stove, placing two cups and saucers on the table. "Please sit down, Johannes. I am preparing the tea", he said.
Johannes sat down warily on one of the chairs. Kullervo added more tobacco to his pipe, and puffed away. He took the pipe out of his mouth, gazing at him critically.
"You are employed at the Bergstrom house, Mustasydan", he said.
"How did you know?", he asked, his eyes wide with fear.
"I know. And you are conflicted, right? There is something unwholesome about Herra Bergstrom and his bodyguard", he said.
"What? How did you know?", he squeaked.
"I know. Johannes, do not be afraid. I will not hurt you. Herra Bergstrom is an evil man. Outside, he is handsome as a god. Inside, he is like a wormy apple with a pleasant appearance", he murmured.
"It is true. They do things to me. But I like it. My parents would be ashamed. I am the only son, I cannot be a sodomite", he whispered, tears falling onto his cheeks.
Kullervo poured them each a cup of tea. "Johannes, you should not be ashamed. Some people are drawn to those of the same gender. What they do is evil, because it involves innocents. Those boys who occasionally disappear from the village? Herra Bergstrom seduces them. One of them was my brother, Tuomas", he said, looking into his cup.
"What? Then why do the villagers not kill him?", he growled.
"Johannes, if the peasants killed him, the army would kill everyone in the village. It is not worth it", said Kullervo gently.
"What do we do?", he asked.
"I had a vision last night. A group of six travelers from a distant land are coming this way. They have business with Herra Bergstrom, and it has something to do with his wife. I saw a tall, redhaired man, him and Rouva Bergstrom are closely tied together. There is a lot of anger and grief coming from this man, and there is a child involved", murmured Kullervo.
"Herra Bergstrom has a wife. She is from Norway, and cannot speak our language. She is lovely, and seems very sad. I do not think she wanted this marriage. She is with child", he replied.
"Hmm, perhaps this redhaired man is a lover of hers, they had a very strong connection. Perhaps they still pine for each other", he mused aloud.
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