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Post by ladyfiaran22 on Oct 2, 2020 7:26:02 GMT -5
Chapter 91
"Man, I am glad to be on dry land. "I didn't know such a short trip could make me nauseous", said Dave, taking a deep breath.
"Well, you didn't wanna eat ginger, dipshit. We'll just relax for a bit", said Lars.
"Hey, it's not my fault I can't eat ginger, I'm allergic", retorted Dave, feeling his stomach churn.
"Lars, do not tease Dave. He cannot eat ginger. Let us find accomidations first, so Dave and Leif can relax", said Sean.
"Ja, thank you, Herr Mackenzie. Like Dave, I do not feel right", he chuckled weakly.
"Yeah, I don't think you've ever felt seasick before, kid. It'll pass, just lay down and don't puke on yourself", joked Lars.
Sean led them to a pleasant inn near the center of Copenhagen. "Father and I stay here whenever we have business in Copenhagen. It is very comfortable. If you want anything, just tell the maid, but be discreet", he said.
"Ja, Herr Mackenzie. How may I help you?", asked the owner, a jolly fat man in black breeches and a brown smock stretched across his ample belly.
"Hello, Herr Swenson. Rooms for myself and my companions", he said.
Mr. Swenson handed him several keys. "You shall three rooms, a separate one for the lady. If you need anything, tell Karen", he said, waddling up the stairs, leading them to their rooms.
"Ah, here are your rooms. Hope you enjoy your stay", he said, leaving them.
"Dave, you and Leif will share a room, Lars and I shall share one, and Miss Tarja gets her own room. Is that satisfactory?", he asked.
"Yeah, Junior and I've shared rooms before. I'm used to it", he chuckled.
Sean handed them the keys, as he and Lars went to their room. Unlike the room in Oslo, it was a large, clean, well-furnished room. Twin beds with matching white quilts were separated by a nightstand with a lamp on top. In the corner was a large fireplace with a stack of wood piled up beside it. The other furnishings consisted of a table and two chairs, both done in the same pine wood.
"This looks pretty good. The other place is a dump compared to this", said Dave, flopping down on the bed. He sighed, the softness under him feeling like a cloud.
"Wow, this is one soft bed. I bet it's got real feathers in it", he murmured.
"Ja, my bed back home has feathers in it. 'Tis very soft, Dave. Why do you keep calling me Junior? It is an odd name", said Leif, lying down on his own bed.
"You look just like David Ellison, my partner in the band. Since there's two Daves in the band and he's younger, I call him Junior. He's from Minnesota, and he's Norwegian too. I think you'd like him, he's a good kid", he replied.
"He is in America? But where is this Minnesota? The only place I know of in America is Boston, because Herr Mackenzie's ships have sailed there", said Leif.
"Cool. Minnesota's in the Midwest, far from the coast. It's mostly farms and small towns. A lot of Scandinavian and German people live out there. And the chicks there are hot", he cracked.
"I want to see this Minnesota for myself. The farm is going to go to my eldest brother Christian after my father dies. My sisters will all marry and live with their husbands. Perhaps I will join the army or go to sea. I wonder about Jens, how is he doing?", he mused aloud.
"Daniel says he lives on Skye with his wife, Jennet. I hope he's okay", replied Dave.
"What kind of band do you have?”, he asked.
"We play heavy metal, which is too loud for you. We've played all over the states and we've played Europe and Japan several times", he said proudly.
Leif's eyes went wide. "You must tell me more, Dave", he whispered in awe.
"We got time, Junior", he chuckled.
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Post by ladyfiaran22 on Oct 4, 2020 20:46:51 GMT -5
Chapter 92
Meanwhile, Sean and Axel were down by the docks of Copenhagen. The sun shone upon the still waters of the harbor, the shrill cries of the gulls piercing the air. The aroma of tar, leather, and fish hung over them, the scent of the sea.
"We need to find a ship headed to Sweden. If I could use the family's ships, it would be easier", shrugged Sean.
"Ho, are ye lookin' for passage?", asked a burly sailor. He was a rough looking man in stained leather breeches and a sweaty white shirt, his boots worn and dull. His face was as leathery as his breeches, a patch over one eye.
"Ja, sailor. My group and I need passage to Sweden, as far as you can take us", replied Sean.
"Ja, our ship is sailing to Karlskrona in two days. Good?", he asked.
"Very good", he replied.
"And do ye have coin?", asked the sailor.
Sean reached under his shirt and retrieved a small leather pouch. He handed him several gold coins, as the sailor bit them, satisfied.
"Good. Bring your companions and yer supplies two days hence. We sail with the dawn", he said.
"Thank you, kind sir", he replied.
"Karlskrona is in southern Sweden, right?", asked Axel.
"Ja. That is the farthest Danish ships can sail. We go to Stockholm from there, then take another ship to Turku", replied Sean.
"Are ye sailing on the Lady Esme?", asked an unfamiliar voice.
They looked over and saw a young man on a black mare. He was quite short and thin, with cropped curly black hair and dark brown, almost black eyes. His face was dominated by a prominent nose, giving him an almost hawk like appearance. He was dressed in black breeches and a black cloak, his strong, tanned hands holding the reins.
"Ja, sir. We are sailing to Karlskrona", replied Sean.
Damn, that guy looks just like Scott Rosen? Who else is gonna show up?, wondered Axel.
"I am sailing to Sweden as well, I have relatives in Stockholm. My father owns a trading house in Copenhagen, and the other branch is in Stockholm. Are ye traders as well?", he asked.
"My father owns Mackenzie-Bergstrom house. I am not here on business, though. We are on our way to visit my sister in Turku", replied Sean.
"I am headed to Finland after I leave Stockholm. Perhaps we shall stick together, there is always safety in numbers", he chuckled.
"Good idea. What is your name?", asked Sean.
"I am Saul Rosenberg, and you are?", he asked.
"I am Sean Mackenzie, and this is Axel Karlsson", he replied.
"Glad to meet you, Herr Mackenzie and Herr Karlsson. I will see you in two days", said Saul, waving goodbye and riding off.
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Post by ladyfiaran22 on Oct 5, 2020 20:40:40 GMT -5
Chapter 93
Two days later, they were at the docks, ready to board. Saul was there with his horse, ready to board himself.
"Is it me, or does that guy look like Scott Rosen?", asked Dave.
"Yeah, I think it must be one of his ancestors", replied Axel.
"Hello there, do you have everything for your trip?", asked Saul.
"Ja, Herr Rosenberg. When does the ship sail?", asked Sean.
"We will board shortly. Introduce me to your companions", he chuckled.
"Herr Rosenberg, these are my companions Dave Maxwell, Tarja Vesala, and Leif Holmgren and this is Saul Rosenberg, he is headed to Finland as well", said Sean.
"Good, there is safety in numbers. You been to Finland before, Saul?", asked Dave.
"Ja, Herr Maxwell. And where are you from? You are not a Dane", he asked.
"I'm from America, but my family's originally from Ireland", he replied.
"I see. My family is originally from Germany, but we fled because of persecution. The Danes are much more welcoming", replied Saul, a hint of bitterness in his voice.
"Why? Are you outlaws?", asked Leif innocently.
"We are traders, Herr Holmgren. My family is Jewish, we settled here fifty years ago. We were chased out of Germany", he explained.
"Like Moses? I remember the story from church. Are you from Isreal?", he asked, his eyes wide.
Saul chuckled, his dark eyes merry. "I will explain everything later. You do not seem to dislike Jews, unlike many Christians", he said.
"Time for boarding", a sailor told them.
Saul dismounted his horse, as they led the horses below the hold, then going on deck.
"How long is this gonna take?", muttered Dave.
Axel asked one of the sailors and faced him. "About two or three days", he replied.
"Fuck, I hope I don't get seasick", he groaned.
"Don't worry, the Baltic Sea is very calm, like a big lake. You can sleep the whole time if you want", said Axel reassuringly.
"So Saul, how many times you've been to Sweden?", asked Dave.
"Many times. I make at least two or three trips per year. This is my last trip for the year, then the snows start. My father and older brothers manage the business end, but I inspect our offices in Stockholm and Turku. I prefer the open road, meeting new people, catching up with friends, seeing new things. My favorite places are Vaxjo, Jonkoping, and Stockholm. I have relatives in Stockholm, and I am courting a girl there. By next year, we should be able to wed", he said, his cheeks flushed pink.
"Hey, congratulations. I've been to Stockholm a lot of times, beautiful city, beautiful girls. Of course, I'm married, so no girls for me", joked Axel.
"You better not, dipshit. I've seen Stockholm a few times, nice place. Been a while since I've been there", said Dave thoughtfully.
Leif's eyes were wide. "Herr Rosenberg, you have seen so much. I have only been to Bergen twice", he murmured.
Saul chuckled, putting an arm around his shoulders. "You are going to travel a lot, my boy. You can tell your family all about the things you have seen", he chuckled.
"Yes, Herra Holmgren. But do not get carried away, we need to arrive in Turku before the winter", admonished Tarja.
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Post by ladyfiaran22 on Oct 6, 2020 10:53:52 GMT -5
Chapter 94
The Lady Esme arrived in Karlskrona two days later. It had been a simple, uneventful voyage, the sea calm like a lake.
"We dock soon. Are you going further inland?", asked the captain.
"Ja, we go overland to Stockholm, captain", replied Sean.
"Good luck on your journey, then", he said, as he directed his men to prepare the ship for docking.
The town slowly came into view. It was rather small, groups of houses clustered onto several small islands. On the mainland was a large ringed fort, the towers easily the highest point of the town.
"Follow my lead. Do not speak unless spoken to directly. And behave yourselves", said Sean.
"What are they gonna do? We're not criminals", said Dave.
"The Swedish government does not like Norwegians or Danes. Keep quiet and behave", said Saul.
The ship docked as the sailors unloaded the cargo. Saul led the horses out of the hold, as he mounted and they followed suit.
"There are a few towns between here and Stockholm, so we can find supplies and shelter if need be", he said.
They all followed him out of the town. No one took notice of them, thinking they were just more travelers. The town itself quickly gave way to open farmland and small forests, passing the occasional house. The fields were brilliant yellow with rapeseed, the golden color shimmering under the sun. The forests with their green leaves provided a vivid contrast, like an emerald in a golden setting.
"Wow, that sure is yellow. What is that, sunflowers?", asked Dave.
"It is rapeseed, it is used to make oil. Those flowers are in bloom. Father tells me that in Scotland, the sides of the hills are covered in heather, and it all turns purple in the fall", mused Sean aloud.
"I've seen fields like this in Denmark, except it's wheat. Gorgeous too. Then again, this whole landscape reminds me of Denmark", said Axel thoughtfully.
"Soon we will reach the forests of Smaland. The forests there are so thick, the sun does not shine through. The local peasants say talking animals and fairies live there", Saul chuckled.
"My grandmother says that trolls live in the mountains and under bridges. She said if you want to please them, offer them porridge, or do something for t hem. If not, they put a curse on you", said Leif.
"Oh, like Three Billy Goats Gruff? Mom used to tell me that when I was a kid. I didn't know trolls lived in the mountains, or that they ate porridge", replied Axel.
"We have trolls in Finland as well, they do chores if you feed them. If not, they bring bad luck", said Tarja.
Several hours later, the fields gave way to a deep forest. It was a dense, thick, heavy forest, the dark green leaves overhead almost blotting out the sun. Only a few rays of yellow sunlight peeked forth, like a gauzy veil.
The only sounds were of the horses hooves and the wagon wheels. Eerie shadows flickered in the dimness, as though the forest was haunted. Occasionally, a rabbit bounded out of the way, or a bird flew overhead.
"How long until we reach a town?", asked Axel, trying not to sound frightened.
"In a bit, we should arrive at the inn, near the village of Norrkrona. I know the owner and can negotiate a good price", chuckled Saul, as they rode on.
That evening, as Saul had promised, they came upon the inn. It was easily the largest building they'd seen since Karlskrona.
The building stood three storeys high, made of stone with a wooden roof covered in slate shingles. The courtyard had several wagons, coaches and horses parked outside, their owners inside the building.
"Welcome back, Herr Rosenberg. And are these your companions?", asked a groom.
Saul jumped off the horse, shaking his hand. "Ja, those are my companions. we would like rooms, baths, and a hot meal. We have journeyed from Karlskrona", he said.
"Ja, go inside. Herr Nystrom will be glad to see you again", said the groom, leading the horses to a stable.
"Fancy place. I didn't know they had hotels like this back then", said Axel.
"I stay here when I travel through Sweden. My father knows the owner, and it is a very pleasant place, and the ale and food are good as well", chuckled Saul.
They entered the inn. The foyer led into a large room, another door leading to the main common room. A large fat man in breeches and a leather apron walked over to them, shaking Saul's hand.
"Ja, Herr Rosenberg. I see you have a party with you. Astrid will lead you to your rooms. I will instruct the servants to bring you baths. Dinner will be served in three hours", he said.
"Tack, Herr Nystrom", he replied graciously.
A teenaged girl came over to them. She was tall and buxom, blond braids hanging almost to her waist.
"God Natt. Please follow me", she said, leading them upstairs. "Here are your rooms. If you need anything, ask", she said, discreetly leaving.
"Leif, I caught you staring at her ass. You think she's hot?", teased Dave.
Leif turned beet red. "Ja, ja, she is very nice", he stammered.
"We gotta hook you up with a hot chick, Leif", chuckled Axel.
"That we do. Anyway, same arrangements as last time. What about you, Saul? Do you wish to have a room for yourself?", asked Sean.
"I shall keep watch over the Lady Tarja, if you do not mind", he replied.
"Good. Remember, dinner is in three hours. Do not get drunken, we do not need the trouble", said Sean.
"Okay. Let's go chill out for a bit, Leif", said Dave, entering their room.
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Post by ladyfiaran22 on Oct 6, 2020 20:20:13 GMT -5
Chapter 95
Dave and Leif entered the room and closed the door. It was much like the room in Copenhagen, if a bit larger.
"Not bad at all. I used to think hotels back then were gross, but this is nice", chuckled Dave, sitting down on the bed.
"Ja, Dave. I have only stayed in one hotel before this trip. My father and I made a pilgrimage to the cathedral in Trondheim. It was very dirty, a rat tried to eat my sock while I was sleeping", said Leif, making a face.
"Fucking gross. I've stayed in cheap motels where they charge by the hour, where you could hear crack whores and their johns getting it on. Those chicks were so gross, you couldn't pay me to fuck them", he joked.
"There were whores in that hotel as well. They were fat and toothless, and smelled worse than goats", shuddered Leif.
"Some things never change", he muttered.
Just then, there was a knock on the door. Leif got up and answered it. Astrid entered the room, followed by several girls with buckets of steaming water, towels, and soap. The girls poured the water into the wooden tub, the steam billowing in the room.
"Okay, who goes first?", asked Dave.
"You go. When you are finished, holler. I shall be outside", said Leif, leaving the room with the girls.
It doesn't look too bad. I'll just be quick, he thought, getting undressed and sinking into the tub.
The water was quite hot, and he felt as though he were in a hot tub. Not bad at all, being on a horse all day is tiring, he chuckled to himself, finding a brush and soap, washing himself.
Dave quickly bathed, not wanting the water to get too cold. I'd like to linger, but Junior needs a bath too. And maybe he'll hook up with Astrid, he needs to get laid, he chuckled, wrapping a towel around his body.
Dave quickly got dressed, feeling much better now. He opened the door, smiling when he saw Leif with Astrid. She giggled at something he said, as he beamed with pride.
Leif heard the door open and turned around. "You are finished, Dave?", he asked reluctantly.
"Yeah, it's your turn, Junior", he chuckled.
"I will get the water for you, Herr Holmgren", said Astrid, a flirtacious smile on her lips.
After they had finished bathing, Dave and Leif went downstairs to the main room. It was half-full, several large round tables occupied by groups of people. The waitresses scurried to and fro, serving food and drink on one side of the hall. On the other side was a small dais, a group of musicians tuning their instruments.
Sean waved when he saw them, as they walked over to the table. "Sit down, gentlemen", he said.
"Thanks for saving us a seat, Sean", replied Dave, as they sat down.
"Not a problem. This is a very large hall, do not get drunk and attract attention", he warned.
"We know that already. I hope they have something else besides milk", he muttered.
"They have tea and coffee as well. But their ale is wonderful. Why do you not drink ale?", asked Saul, puzzled.
"I get really fucked up when I drink. I get mad and do stupid things", he said bitterly.
"Oh, I am sorry. I did not know that. One of my uncles is like that", he said sheepishly.
"Hey, that's all right", replied Dave graciously.
Just then, one of the waitresses came over to their table. She was tall and slim, blond braids falling to her waist. She was dressed in a white long-sleeved top embroidered with colorful yarn and a red wool skirt, sturdy black shoes on her feet.
"Hello, lady and gentlemen. I am Frida, your server. May I get you drinks?", she asked.
"Three ales, and two coffees", replied Sean.
Frida curtsied, going towards the kitchen. "Who do you think is hotter, her or Astrid?", teased Dave.
Leif turned bright red, as everyone chuckled. "Ja, they are both nice", he mumbled.
"Hey, you're a little Casanova, Leif. Go on, you don't get if you don't ask", joked Lars.
Frida arrived with their drinks. "And what will you have to eat?", she asked.
"The special for everyone", said Sean politely.
"I will be back shortly", she said, walking towards the kitchen.
While they were eating, the band on the dais began to play. They played a lively folk tune, as several couples got on the floor and began to dance.
"Is it me, or does that song sound like ABBA?", asked Dave, tapping his foot to the melody.
"A lot of ABBA's music was based on Swedish folk music. Yeah, that sounds almost like Waterloo", said Axel thoughtfully.
"Who or what is ABBA?", asked Sean.
"ABBA's a popular Swedish musical group. They were big when we were kids, I used to think Agnetha was hot", said Axel, his cheeks pink.
"I can't believe you listened to ABBA, Karlsson", teased Dave.
"Hey, you forget I'm Swedish. Mom's a huge fan, and I grew up with this stuff", he retorted.
Leif didn't hear them, for his gaze was riveted on Astrid. She had changed into a tight purple dress, her hair in loose waves to her waist. She caught his eye, giving him a flirtacious smile.
Dave saw them and chuckled. "Go for it, Junior", he said, giving him the thumbs up.
"Aye, go for it, Leif. What have you got to lose?", asked Sean, putting a hand on his shoulder.
Astrid strolled over to their table, a seductive gleam in her eyes. "De onsker till danse?", she asked huskily.
Leif turned deep red, his cheeks flushed with embarassemnt. "Ja, ja, very much", he stammered.
"Go for it, Junior", said Dave, pushing him towards her.
She grinned excitedly, grabbing his arm and leading him onto the dance floor. His face was still bright red, as she grinned saucily, leading him in the dance.
"Looks like Junior's getting lucky", chortled Dave.
"Good for him. I shall have to wait until I marry. Her parents would be appalled if we had relations", said Saul.
"Her parents are strict? That sucks", commented Axel.
"No, it is against our religion, we are not allowed. I am still a virgin", he replied, blushing.
"Oh, okay. Don't worry, waiting makes it better", chuckled Axel.
Meanwhile, Leif was dancing with Astrid. He was feeling more comfortable, actually enjoying himself.
Astrid grinned up at him, a gleam in her blue eyes. Suddenly, she leaned over and kissed him, catching him off-guard. His eyes were still wide open, as she kissed him.
"Go Junior!", hollered Dave, as everyone laughed. Leif beamed with pride, as the crowd cheered.
"Later", she whispered, stroking his hair.
"You're gonna get lucky, kid. Congratulations", cracked Axel, slapping him on the back.
"Ja, is it nice?", he asked innocently.
Axel burst into laughter. "Kid, it's better than nice. And Astrid's gonna like it too", he joked suggestively, as Leif turned beet red.
Dave looked on, a bland expression on his face. I said the same thing to Junior when he got lucky. I miss the little fucker. Bridget, I hope you're all right, he mused sadly.
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Post by ladyfiaran22 on Oct 7, 2020 9:03:15 GMT -5
Chapter 96
Two Weeks Later
"Finally, no more fucking trees", muttered Axel.
"I know, I was getting sick of trees. I had never seen so many trees in Norway", said Leif.
"Yeah, but you got lucky, you little bastard", joked Dave, as Leif blushed.
"My uncle's house is located on Sodermalm Island. We must get on the ferry, it is very pleasant", chuckled Saul.
Lake Malaren spread out before them, a vision after the monontony of the forest. The lake was more long than wide, studded with innumerable tiny islands. Most of them were bare rock, but some were larger enough to support grass, flowers, and even trees.
"Where's Stockholm, though?", asked Dave.
"The city is further to the east. We are on the western edge of the lake", replied Saul, grabbing the reins of his horse and riding towards the dock.
A large flat-bottomed boat lay tethered to the dock, bobbing up and down on the water. A rough looking man in leather breeches and a flannel shirt hailed them.
"Ho, ye need a ride to Stockholm?", he asked.
"Ja, Herr Nordgren. We have business in the city", replied Saul.
"Come aboard", he said, reaching out his hand. Saul handed him several coins, as he bit them, satisfied they were real gold.
The group and their horses boarded the ferry. Axel looked dubiously at the ark-like boat. I hope we make it to Stockholm in one piece, this boat doesn't look too seaworthy, he thought.
"Do not worry, Herr Karlsson. Herr Nordgren's boat is seaworthy, nothing will happen", replied Saul.
Mr. Nordgren untied the boat from it's moorings, as it set off for the city. It was slow, as the boat moved lazily across the lake.
The islands grew larger the farther east they went, with more greenery and even a few houses. The settlements gradually grew larger, until they were on the outskirts of the city itself. The tall spires of the churches reached towards the sky, a welcome relief after being around so many trees.
"We're almost there. I wonder what Stockholm looks like now?", mused Axel aloud.
"It'll still be a beautiful city. I always liked touring here, great people and a helluva lot cleaner than LA", joked Dave.
"Ja, I have always like Stockholm myself. My intended lives here. I wish to visit her", replied Saul, a dreamy smile on his lips.
"Cool, good for you. Is she Swedish or Jewish, though?", asked Axel.
"Her family has known ours for generations. Her father is Jewish, and her mother is the daughter of a wealthy Swedish merchant", he explained.
"We shall be docking shortly. Enjoy your stay in Stockholm", said Mr. Nordgren, steering the ferry towards the harbor.
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Post by ladyfiaran22 on Oct 7, 2020 20:28:06 GMT -5
Chapter 97
Mr. Nordgren docked the ferry at the harbor. It was half-full, mostly other ferries and a few cargo ships. Sailors unloaded cargo, as passengers got off the ferries. They ranged from families to beggars to wealthy tradesmen and aristocrats.
"Follow me, Sodermalm is south of here", said Saul, as they got on their horses and followed him.
He led them from the harbor to Gamla Stan. All about them, Stockholm teemed with humanity: beggars, drunks, workers, sailors, aristocrats in fancy carriages, merchants, and prostitutes.
"Gamla Stan hasn't changed much since I last been here", said Axel.
"Yeah, except it's more crowded. Oh well, it still looks good", replied Dave.
The elegant orange and yellow brick houses towered over them, as they rode through the streets. People walked or rode alongside them, the traffic almost suffocating.
"We cross the bridge onto Sodermalm island. My uncle's house is on Malarstrand, right on the lake. My fiance lives on Lundagaten", said Saul, a flush on his cheeks.
"Hey, you wanna see her again? Cool", chuckled Axel.
They crossed the bridge from Gamla Stan too Sodermalm. The craggy cliffs of the island were studded with numerous wooden houses, the towers of the fortress right on top of them, looking upon the city.
"Are there soldiers there?", asked Leif, his eyes wide.
"Ja, but do not worry. Our house is on the lake, follow me", replied Saul, leading the way.
The street of Sodermalararstrand hugged the shore of the lake. A slight breeze was in the air, a welcome relief after the warmth of the city itself. Small waves rushed past them, greenish gray water capped by tiny white crests. Seagulls flew overhead, crying out plaintively.
Saul stopped in front of a large three-story wooden house. The back of the house faced the lake, the front facing inland. In front of the house was a large porch with a swing covered in embroidered cushions. A fat white Persian cat with a pink lace collor napped under the swing. On either side of the house were two apple trees, their boughs heavy with apples turning red.
Saul got off the horse, climbing onto the porch. The cat opened it's eyes, then closed them again, going back to sleep. He took hold of the enormous door knocker and slammed it against the door.
A short, middle-aged man opened the door. He was dressed in a black robe with black trousers, his gray curly beard almost to his chest. He wore a yarmulke over his thinning black hair, his dark eyes sharp.
The man's face lit up when he saw him, embracing Saul. "Mazel Tov, nephew. What brings you to Stockholm?", he aked.
"I have come for a visit, Uncle Jacob. And I have traveled with companions. We all need rooms, we sail for Turku in several days", he replied.
Jacob saw the group and smiled. "Of course, there is plenty of room. come in, the maid will make tea", he said.
The group dismounted, as the groom led their horses to the stable. "Uncle Jacob, these are my companions Sean Mackenzie, Leif Holmgren, Axel Karlsson, Dave Maxwell, and Tarja Vesala. And this is my uncle, Jacob Rabinowitz", he said.
"Welcome to Stockholm. You may stay as long as you would like. Any friend of Saul's is a friend of mine. Let me introduce you to my family", said Jacob, leading them to the parlor.
A maid set out a pot of tea and a platter of tiny sandwiches, cookies and cakes. A middle-aged woman entered the room, along with a teenaged boy and girl.
"Deborah, these are friends of Saul's, they are on their way to Turku. This is my wife Deborah, our son Aaron, and our daughter Judith", he said.
"Very glad to meet you. You came all the way from Copenhagen?", asked Aaron. He was small for his age, wearing a severe black suit. His black curls framed a long, thin face, dominated by soft brown eyes and a prominent nose.
"Yeah, it's great not to see any more trees", joked Axel.
"Papa says he is going to take us to Copenhagen", said Judith excitedly. Like her brother, she was short and slim, with curly black hair and round brown eyes.
"Lena shall lead you to your rooms after you have refreshed yourselves. Dinner will be in several hours", said Deborah, pouring everyone a cup of tea
After they'd finished tea, Lena led them upstairs to the third floor. "This is where the guestrooms are. Herr and Fru Rabinowitz always seem to have plenty of guests. If you need anything, just let us know", she said, making a curtsy and going downstairs.
"The same as last time. And Saul, you have your own room here?", asked Sean.
"Ja, I have my own room because I visit frequently. I hope the rooms are to your liking", he said, walking towards his room.
"Looks like we're sharing a room again, Junior. I hope you don't snore like Karlsson", he joked, as Axel flipped him off.
Dave opened the door, nodding in approval. It was a large, spacious room, illuminated by the large window which overlooked the lake. It was furnished with twin bed separated by a nighstand. The walls were a creamy white, the same color as the soft carpet. The furniture was all dark pine, the faint aroma hanging in the air. On the walls were several framed prints showing scenes of the lake, the delicate watercolors adding a touch of elegance.
"Ja, this is very nice, Dave", said Leif, sitting down on the bed.
"Yeah, Junior. This is almost as good as a hotel", he chuckled, sitting down on his own bed. "Man, I think this is a real feather bed too. I could get used to this", he said, lying down on the bed.
"You know, Dave? This is the farthest I have ever traveled. You and Axel and Saul have seen so much, and I have only been to Bergen twice. I want to travel like you", he sighed.
"Like you said back in Copenhagen, maybe you ought to join the army or go to sea. You can't keep 'em on the farm once they've seen Paree", he joked.
"What is that?", asked Leif, puzzled.
"Paris, Junior. Once you gone places, you don't wanna go back to the farm", he explained.
"Have you seen Paris, Dave? Are the French girls pretty and wild? My brother says the French are decadent", he said.
"Yeah, Paris is cool. French chicks are all right, a bit snobby though. Adn they're not that wild. Then again, since your brother is a Reverand, I doubt he gets much action", he joked.
"You mean, like with women? Mama says he needs to marry, he is almost thirty and that is old. He likes being by himself, and is not really interested in marrying", Leif said thoughtfully.
"Cool, so he's a confirmed bachelor? Saul's family's cool, he reminds me a lot of Scott Rosen, a friend of ours. Heck, they even look alike", he chuckled.
"Really? I like the family, they are kind. I thought his family would live in a tent and ride camels, though", he said, puzzled.
"Junior, people don't live like that in Sweden. In the Middle East, yeah. Where'd you get that idea?", he asked.
"My brother has a bible with pictures. It shows Moses in a tent, and Aaron on a camel. Herr Rabinowitz looks like Moses in the picture", he said thoughtfully.
"Interesting. Let's go downstairs to see if dinner's ready", said Dave.
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Post by ladyfiaran22 on Oct 8, 2020 8:35:52 GMT -5
Chapter 98
"I cannot wait to see Miriam, she is coming to visit", said Saul, h is dark eyes dancing with excitement.
They had just finished dinner, as the servants cleared the table. "Is that your fiance?", asked Axel.
"Ja, someone told her I was in Stockholm, and she is coming to visit", he said, a dreamy smile on his lips.
"Cool, is she coming by herself or does she have someone with her?", asked Axel curiously.
"She is always accompanied by her maid, Jenny. Miriam is a proper young lady, and she cannot leave the house by herself", he said.
"Remember, you cannot be too forward, Saul. That maid of hers watches over her like a dragon, and you cannot marry her if she is compromised", warned Jacob.
"I know, uncle. I only have one more year to go", he sighed.
"How long have you been courting her?", asked Leif.
"We have been courting for three years. By next year, I shall have enough coin to offer her father a substantial dowry", he replied.
"My sisters were only courted for a month before they married. That is a very long time", said Leif, a puzzled expression on his face.
"Herr Holmgren, Miriam is the daughter of a wealthy merchant and Saul needs to offer her father a lot of coin. Do not take this badly, but perhaps your family is not wealthy, and your sisters' husbands did not have to offer your father much coin", replied Jacob.
"Ja, that makes sense. My sisters' husbands all have some land or practice a trade. I do not have enough coin to court a woman", he said sadly.
"Leif, after we return home, I will off you employment so you will be able to obtain coin", said Sean, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"Thank you, Herr Mackenzie", he murmured gratefully.
Saul peeked out the window, his eyes wide in delight. "They are here. Am I presentable?", he asked worriedly.
"You look fine, Herra Rosenberg. But do comb your hair", replied Tarja.
He smiled gratefully, taking a comb out of his pocket and running it through his hair.
Saul took a deep breath, opening the door. A young woman squealed with delight, embracing him tightly, as her companion scowled.
"You are too forward, Miss Miriam", she chided.
Miriam giggled, a becoming flush on her cheeks. She was petite and lovely, with dark honey-blond curls framing a sweet, pretty face. Her green eyes glowed with happiness, brilliant gold highlights standing out amongst the green. She was dressed simply in a pale blue dress, blue satin slippers on her feet.
"Jenny, I have not seen Saul in so long. And Saul, who are your companions?", she asked.
"Miriam, these are my traveling companions Sean Mackenzie, Axel Karlsson, Leif Holmgren, Dave Maxwell and Tarja Vesala. And this is my bethrothed, Miriam Bernstein", he said, introducing everyone.
"Very glad to make your acquaintance, Froken Bernstein", said Sean graciously.
"Let us go to the parlor, the cook has set out tea and pastries", said Saul.
"Man, am I stuffed", groaned Dave, flopping down on the bed.
"Ja, those cookies were so good", giggled Leif, stiffling a belch.
"Ha, very funny Junior. Were you staring at the maid's ass, you little bastard?", he cracked.
Leif flushed guiltily. "Ja, Dave. Heidi promised me a surprise if I came to visit her in the kitchen tonight. Is she going to have cookies?", he asked innocently.
Dave burst into laughter, tears streaming down his eyes. "Junior, are you kidding me? She wants to fuck you, dumbass. After you hooked up with Astrid, I thought you'd figure it out by now", he joked, wiping the tears from his eyes.
"Really? I had fun with Astrid. I wonder if this is going to be fun as well", he mused aloud.
"Yeah, but don't forget to make her come too. Chicks like that. You're a little chick-magnet, just like Ellison", he chuckled.
"Is that good?", he asked.
"Yeah, it means girls like you. Junior, he doesn't realize that girls think he's hot, which turns them on more. You're just like that, Junior. You're gonna leave behind a lot of broken hearts", he joked.
"What about you, Dave? Have you many women?", he asked.
His expression grew serious. "Yeah, Junior. Being in a band, you see more ass than a toilet seat. But ever since Bridget, I've been a one woman man. I don't ever wanna be with another woman. If that bastard hurt her, I will kill him", he vowed.
Leif was frightened by the intensity in his voice. "But you may be arrested", he said.
"I've been arrested before, it sucks, but I can deal. Did your brother tell you Simon's gay?", he asked abruptly.
"He said that Herr Bergstrom is a sodomite. Is that the same thing?", he asked.
"Yeah. I had a bad feeling about him from the beginning. I'm gonna bring her back to LA, I'm never letting her go", he said, determination in his voice.
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Post by ladyfiaran22 on Oct 9, 2020 9:36:46 GMT -5
Chapter 99
"Too bad Saul didn't want to come with us", said Axel.
"Today, he is visiting Miriam's family. It was nice of him to let us go anyway", said Sean.
"Ja, I understand. I wish I could court a woman", said Leif sadly.
"Hey, you got laid twice on this trip, that's more than the rest of us", joked Dave.
Saul had given them direction and said to enjoy themselves. Sean, Axel, Dave, and Leif were in Gamla Stan, walking down the crowded streets and people watching.
"Oh look, there are some musicians setting up", said Leif in delight.
"Cool", chuckled Axel, as they walked over.
A crowd had gathered around a makeshift stage. A group of musicians dressed in gaudy peasant clothes checked on their instruments: a single drum, a lute, a flute, a recorder and a type of bagpipe. They played a lively song, as the singer began to sing.
Sean, Axel and Leif all burst into laughter, their cheeks flushed with amusement. "What's so funny? I can't understand a damn thing", grumbled Dave.
"It's about a guy who's got a crush on this hot chick, so he sneaks into her room, and they get it on. One night, he goes to her place starts getting it on. It's not her, it's her brother in drag. The brother chases him out of the house and wakes up everyone. They chase him into the woods, where he gets eaten by a bear", translated Lars, a grin on his face.
"That's fucked. I can see why it's funny, though", he chuckled.
While they watched the performance, Dave noticed something that caught his eye. A little boy dressed in expensive-looking clothes was being dragged by the hand by a shifty-eyed man in dirty clothes. The boy's eyes darted around nervously, a fearful look on his face.
He excused himself and ran after them. "Hey asshole, let the kid go", he growled, grabbing the guy's arm.
The man turned around abruptly, his eyes wide with fright. He took in Dave's height, red hair and angry look, slowly backing away. "Get lost, asshole, before I call the cops", he muttered.
He smiled down at the boy, bending to his level. "Hey kid, where's your parents?", he asked.
The boy looked at him blankely. "Crap, I forgot you don't speak English. I gotta talk to Axel", he muttered, taking the boy by the hand.
"Hey Axel, someone tried to kidnap this kid. Can you speak to him?", he asked.
"Hven stan det til?", asked Axel.
"Min narn er Ragnor Lindh", he said quietly.
"Hvor er heter Herr og Fru?", he asked.
Ragnor's eyes filled with tears. "Shit, you lost your parents", he muttered.
"From his clothes, I think his parents might be wealthy. We can leave him alone, we shall have to find them", said Sean.
"We're gonna try to find your parents, kid", said Dave, as Axel translated.
"Ja, tasen god", he said shyly.
Dave took Ragnor by the hand, as they walked around Gamla Stan. Ragnor had visibly relaxed, starting to feel at ease.
"So Ragnor, what happened with your parents?", asked Axel.
"I was out with my nurse Sophie, when that man snatched me. I lost her", he whispered, tears filling his eyes.
"Don't worry, kid. We'll find your nurse", said Dave reassuringly.
"Ja, we will find her", said Leif.
"Who are you?", he asked.
"I'm Axel Karlsson, and this is Sean Mackenzie, Dave Maxwell, and Leif Holmgren", he said.
"Glad to meet you all", he said solemnly.
"What are your parents like?", asked Leif, speaking slowly and carefully.
"Mama and Papa are the Duke and Duchess of Jamtland, we are here because we have a house here", he said.
"Wait a minute, your dad is a duke?", asked Dave in disbelief.
"Are you English, Herr Maxwell? You are not Swedish", said Ragnor, puzzled.
"I'm from America, kid", he said, as Axel translated.
"That is so far. My uncle is in trade, he has an office in New York City", he said, his eyes wide.
"Cool. We gotta get you back to your parents", said Axel.
"Yeah, before they chop off our heads", joked Dave, as the others laughed weakly.
An hour later, they still hadn't found a trace of his nurse. They were getting more and more frustrated, worried that they would get in trouble.
"Sophie!", yelled Ragnor, as he ran over to a plump middle-aged woman. She was dressed in a simple gray dress, her graying hair tied back in a bun and concealed under a bonnet.
"Ragnor, little lamb. Are you all right?", she asked, clasping him to her bosom.
"Ja, Sophie. These men found me after an ugly man took me, they helped me find you", he said.
"Sirs, I am so glad you have found him. I thought he was hurt by some pervert", she sighed.
"It's nothing ma'am. We found him and we couldn't let him go like that", said Axel graciously.
"The duke and duchess will be very pleased to meet you. Come with me", she said.
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Post by ladyfiaran22 on Oct 10, 2020 9:19:02 GMT -5
Chapter 100
They all went downstairs to the parlor. "So what are your names, gentlemen?", she asked.
"I am Sean Mackenzie, and these are my traveling companions Axel Karlsson, Dave Maxwell, and Leif Holmgren", he said politely.
"I am not sure if Ragnor has mentioned it, but I am Marja Lindh, the Duchess of Jamtland. My husband Gustav is the Duke. My father is a count", she said.
"Wow, I never met nobility before", chuckled Dave.
"Where are you from, Herr Maxwell?", she asked.
"I'm from America, my family originally came from Ireland", he explained.
The duchess smiled at him. "My brother in law is a merchant in New York City. And where are the others from?", she asked.
"Herr Holmgren and I are from the Bergen area. My father owns half of the Mackenzie-Bergstrom trading company, he was born in Scotland. Herr Karlsson is from Sweden. We are going to Finland on business", he replied.
"I see. My family has property on the Aland Island. I have been to Turku, it is a very backwater place, barely fit to be called a capital. No culture whatsoever, and I cannot understand a word those Finns speak. I wish you luck gentlemen", she said.
A maid placed a pot of tea and a plate of biscuits, cookies and sandwiches on the table, before discreetly leaving.
Just then, the parlor door opened and two men stepped in. One of them was of average height, with short blond hair and a neatly trimmed goatee. He was dressed tight black breeches and an embroidered waistcoat, giving him an almost foppish appearance.
The other man was dressed in a similar fashion, except he was a shade older, his blond hair turning gray. The duchess bowed deeply, as they followed suit, not wanting to look foolish.
"Gustav, these men rescued Ragnor and brought him home. Gentlemen, this is my husband Gustav and our sovereign, King Frederik", she said.
Damn, he's the king?, wondered Dave, a flush creeping up his neck.
"I would like to thank you, gentlemen. Ragnor is my only son and heir", said Gustav solemnly.
"We couldn't just let the pervert carry him off like that. There's a lot of sick people out there", said Axel.
"Good for you, young man. Are you a father as well?", asked Frederik.
"Yes, your majesty. My wife and I have a baby daughter, Beatrice. If anything were to happen to her, I'd kick their asses", he growled.
"I understand the sentiment. And you have an accent, Herr Karlsson. Where are you from?", he asked curiously.
"I was born in Stockholm, but am currently living outside Bergen", he replied.
"Herr Holmgren and I are also from around Bergen. My father owns half of the Mackenzie-Bergstrom trading company. We are on our way to Turku for both business and to visit my sister, your majesty", said Sean.
"Good, you do not look like soldiers. I am very glad to make your acquaintance. Why are you visiting your sister? That is very far", he said.
"Your majesty, this may not be suitable for women or children", whispered Sean.
The king nodded, dismissing Ragnor and his mother. "What is the reason, Herr Mackenzie?", he asked.
"My sister married the son of my father's partner, Thor Bergstrom. However, he is a sodomite. We told our pastor, and he declared the marriage null and void. We are going to present him the document and bring her back", replied Sean.
"Good God. I wish you luck, gentlemen. If you must, contact the governor, Herr Gustaphus. And if possible, bring him to Turku. The authorities will punish him accordingly", said the king.
"Thank you, your majesty", said Leif.
"I will give you a document to present to Herr Gustaphus. I am very sorry for your sister, Herr Mackenzie", he murmured.
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Post by ladyfiaran22 on Oct 13, 2020 7:11:23 GMT -5
Chapter 101
The morning of their departure dawned sunny and bright. The group was standing on the dock, waiting to board the ship. Around them sailors loaded cargo onto the ships, the cries of gulls overhead.
The sun rose above the horizon, staining the sky and pink and orange. The ship bobbed up and down on the water, the tangy scent of the ocean hanging in the air.
"From here we sail to Turku. They live near the village of Rantajarvi, about ten to fifteen miles inland. The house is called Mustasydan", said Sean.
Tarja blanched at the mention of the name. "Mustasydan? That means Black Heart. I do not like the sound of that", she shuddered.
"Wow. Yeah, that doesn't sound too good", said Axel.
"Turku itself is not much of a town, but it is the capital of Finland. Turku is a city compared to the other towns in the province", chuckled Saul.
"How many time you been to Finland?", asked Dave.
"Many times. I have been as far as Viipuri, that is not much of a town either. Filand is quite backwards compared to Sweden or Denmark, no offense, Lady Tarja", he said.
"No offense taken, Herra Rosenberg. Turku is quite small and dull, compared to Stockholm. I wonder if my family is still there", she mused aloud.
"Time to board", a sailor told them. Sean nodded, as they led the horses below deck, then emerging onto the surface of the ship.
Around them, they could see the city around them. The orange and yellow brick of Gamla Stan were bathed in the golden light, which reflected on the still waters of Lake Malaren.
"Hopefully, Simon will relenquish my sister with no fuss. We will have to get in contact with Herr Gustaphus, and speak to the local reverand. We have the law and the church on our side", said Sean.
"I know. Can he really go to jail for being gay? In American, nobody cares unless they molest kids or annoy someone", said Dave.
"Yes, it is against the law. In America, they do nothing? That is disgusting", said Leif, making a face.
The sailors finished loading the ship. It raised anchor, as it slowly sailed away from the dock. It leisurely made it's way past the city, out of the lake, until they reached the Baltic Sea.
"We shall arrive in Turku by tomorrow morning. It is very scenic the journey, the Aland Islands are to the west. Lovely, but we do not have time to stop. Just enjoy the trip", said Saul.
As Saul predicted, they arrived at Turku by the next morning. The scattered islands of the Turku archipelago were like emeralds dropped into a blue sea.
The town became clearer as they approached. Saul and Tarja were right; it was nowhere as large as Copenhagen or Stockholm. The tallest buildings were the cathedral and a castle on the back of the river. Otherwise, the rest of the buildings consisted of small wooden houses, none taller than three stories.
"You're right, this isn't much of a town", said Axel.
"I know, but Turku is the capital of Finland. We must speak to Herr Gustaphus and then go to Rantajarvi", replied Saul.
The ship docked, as they retrieved their horses. "Excuse me, where is the governer's house?", asked Sean.
"It is the red house near the castle", replied a sailor.
They followed his directions. Unlike Stockholm, Turku has the air of a provincial backwater, instead of a capital. The roads were muddy and unpaved, the houses small and clustered together. Most of the people wore simple plain clothes, many of them barefoot.
"Man, if this is the capital, I don't wanna know what the rest of the country is like", muttered Dave.
"I understand. Helsinki is not much either, nor is Viipuri. Finns are not exactly sophisticated", said Saul.
They found the governer's house easily; it was painted red and three stories high. It was easily the largest house in the city.
Sean got off his horse and knocked on the door. A middle aged woman in a black dress and apron answered it.
"Good morning, madam. We need to speak to the governer. We have a document from the king", he said, as Tarja translated.
"Mina pyystaa Herra Gustaphus", she said.
The governer was in the back of the house, carefully trimming his hedges. He leaned over, examining them to see if they were even.
"Herra Gustaphus, there is a group here to see you. Their leader claims he has a document from the king", said the maid.
"Kiitos, Rouva Ylonen", he said, putting down the clippers. He entered the house, wiping his hands on a towel, before opening the front door.
"Paivaa, lady and gentlemen. Please come inside", he said graciously.
The group followed him into the parlor. "Where are you from?", he asked, as they sat down.
Sean faced him, smiling politely. "I am Sean Mackenzie, and these are my companions Axel Karlsson, Leif Holmgren, Dave Maxwell, Tarja Vesala and Saul Rosenberg. I and Herr Holmgren are from Norway, Herr Karlsson is from Sweden and Herr Rosenberg is from Denmark, Herr Maxwell is from America, and Fru Vesala is from here in Finland", he replied.
"Very glad to make your acquaintance, lady and gentlemen. What is your business here?", he asked, as Mrs. Ylonen set out a pot of tea and a tray of biscuits.
Sean said nothing, but reached into his pocket and took out a sheet of parchment and handed it to him.
The governer unfurled the parchement and read it. His eyes widened in surprise, noticing the king's seal at the bottom.
"Gentlemen, this is serious business. Herra Bergstrom and his bodyguard must be arrested. And I pray for your sister, Herra Mackenzie", he murmured.
"Yeah, if he's hurt her, I will kick his ass", growled Dave.
"A bit crude, but I understand the sentiment. Were you two lovers?", he asked.
"Yeah", he said simply.
"I understand. Well, tomorrow I will send a constable with you to Rantajarvi. You will stay here tonight, the inns here are dirty. You will also have to speak to the village reverand to decide what is to be done with him", he said.
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Post by ladyfiaran22 on Oct 13, 2020 18:14:17 GMT -5
Chapter 102
Johannes' hands shook as he put the bottle to his lips. The fiery liquid burned his throat, settling into his cold stomach. He shuddered, wincing at the taste.
I love and hate t hem. I like his caresses, but fell unclean. Maybe I can blot it all out, he thought, swallowing another gulp of vodka.
"Johannes, that is not good", Bridget chided gently.
"I want to feel nothing, Bridget. I want my mama, but she will be ashamed", he cried.
Bridget held him, stroking his dark hair. "Johannes, you are not at fault. Simon is evil, he only likes to hurt others. Someday he will get his just rewards", she murmured.
"Is Herra Maxwell going to save us?", he sniffled.
"Yes, remember what Herra Kullervo said? Thankfully, Simon and Vagn are in Lieto. We are free of them for now", she said.
"How is the baby doing?", he asked.
She smiled, putting a hand on her slightly rounded belly. "It is moving a bit. I hate Simon, but I cannot hate the baby. It is innocent", she whispered.
"Do not let the master hear that", said Maria, speaking haltingly in English.
"Do not say anything, Maria", she warned.
Maria flushed guiltily. "Yes, mistress. I do not like the master either", she muttered.
"Tomorrow, hopefully we can kick Simon's ass", muttered Dave.
"Ja, I understand. I hope he has not hurt the Lady Bridget", replied Leif.
"Yeah, but we can't barge in there, we gotta be calm about it. No telling what he's gonna do. I don't like that bastard at all", said Axel.
"Axel is right. There is something unwholesome about them. I do not want Bridget or anyone else to get hurt", said Sean.
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Post by ladyfiaran22 on Oct 15, 2020 8:07:00 GMT -5
Chapter 103
The following morning, the group set out for Rantajarvi. Along with them was the head constable of Turku, Mika Karpinnen. He was an enormous man, over six feet tall and almost as wide, with a shaved head concealed under his cap. He was an intimidating presence, perched on his black stallion.
"I hope Herra Bergstrom surrenders easily, I do not want to hurt anyone. People like that, people are afraid of them", he said.
"Have you experience with these cases before?", asked Sean.
"Yes. There was a wealthy merchant several years ago who lured peasant girls to his house and promised them work. It turned out he was a procurer, and made the girls work as whores. When we arrested him, he had twenty girls with him. They were quite young, some of them had the pox. He was sent to the dungeons and hung", replied Mika, his voice dripping with disgust.
"Damn. I hope he got ass-fucked by Bubba", muttered Dave.
"I do not know what that means exactly, but it does not sound good. We must approach carefully", said Mika, as they set off.
They arrived in the village three hours later. It was located about twenty miles inland, on the shores of a small lake, hence the name. A cluster of houses surrounded the village church, easily the largest building in the area.
Most of the people were working in the fields, when they approached. They looked up apprehensively, fright on their faces.
Mika dismounted from his horse. "I do not intend to harm you. Please give the directions to Mustasydan", he said.
A young man stepped forward. He was of average height and slightly overweight, brown hair framing his round face. His blue eyes looked him straight in the eye.
"I will lead you to Mustasydan. My friend works there and I think that Herra Bergstrom mistreats him. And he has a wife, she is with child, so do not harm her. I am Pekka Toivenen", he said solemnly.
"Lead the way, Herra Toivenen", said Mika.
Dave's eyes widened in shock. He had learned a bit of Finnish from Tarja, and was able to understand some of his words. What, Bridget is pregnat? That fucker got her pregnant? He was ashamed to admit he felt sick at the idea.
It's not her fault, but the kid... I hope she has a miscarriage, it's Simon's kid, he thought.
Pekka led the group towards Mustasydan. It appeared before them, right in the middle of the clearing in the woods. The enormous black and white house contrasted with the simple wooden houses of the villagers.
Mika dismounted and walked over to the house, knocking on the door. Mrs. Jarvinen answered it, her eyes wide with shock at the sight of the giant.
"Who are you?", she asked, terrified.
"Madam, I have a warrant for the arrest of Herra Bergstrom and Herra Jansen", he said.
"They are not here, they are in Lieto", she said, trying to close the door.
Mika stopped her, wedging his body between the door. "Madam, we will wait until your master comes home", he said.
Bridget heard the commotion and rushed downstairs, followed by Johannes and Maria. "What is the meaning of this?", she demanded.
Dave heard her speak, jumping off his horse. His eyes widened when he saw Bridget. She wore a blue robe over a green dress, her dark hair falling loosely to her waist, her feet bare. To him, she was the most beautiful sight in the world.
Dave rushed over, grabbing her and taking her into his arms. Bridget didn't have time to think, before he swept her up in his arms. "Dave, is that you?", she murmured, still in shock.
"Yes, Bridget. It's me, I hope that bastard didn't hurt you", he whispered fiercely. He buried his face in her hair, tears streaming down his cheeks.
Bridget stroked his hair, tears falling from her own eyes. She lifted his face and gently kissed his lips.
"Baby, we gotta get you home. And I hope that bastard rots in hell", he growled.
"Herra Maxwey, Herra Kullervo was right", whispered Johannes.
"Johannes, what is the matter? You look terrible", said Pekka, concerned for his friend.
Johannes was thinner, his skin very pale with dark circles under his eyes. His green eyes, once so lively, were now faded and dull, like a layer of moss on the surface of a lake.
"Herra Bergstrom is evil. He is a sodomite, and he turned me into one", he sobbed, crying onto his friend's shoulder.
"Goodness. You cannot arrest Johannes, it is not his fault", said Tarja.
"I know, Herra Bergstrom and Herra Jansen will go to the dungeons for this. Rouva Bergstrom, Johannes, come to the village with me. It is not safe here", said Mika.
"Johannes! Son, what happened?", asked Olga, embracing her son.
Pekka and Johannes were at the Valo's house. Olga was horrifed at her son's condition, as were Tatiana and Mikko.
"Herra Bergstrom is a sodomite, and he turned me into one. I am dirty, you must be so ashamed", he sobbed, turning away.
"Johannes, they will rot in hell for what they did", said Olga fiercely.
"I know, Mama", he whispered.
"Bridget, if you want I will kick his ass", growled Dave.
She faced him, her blue eyes glowing with fire. "Let me take a swing at him as well. He is a sodomite, and he turned Johannes into one. He corrupted him, he is truly evil", she replied angrily.
"The baby, what do you want to do with it?", he asked abruptly.
"Dave, the potion Mistress Axel gave me? I took it most of the time, except for that last night. I knew I was pregnant before we arrived in Finland. I think it is your child", she said.
His face lit up, hazel eyes glowing with delight. "What? It could be my kid? Great, unbelievable", he murmured.
"I know, I hope the baby is as good and handsome and brave as you", she replied.
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Post by ladyfiaran22 on Oct 16, 2020 7:19:21 GMT -5
Chapter 104
Simon and Vagn arrived at Mustasydan the next day. A young boy about ten years old sat in front of Vagn, his hands tied behind his back. Straight blond hair framed a thin face, his eyes almost frighteningly vacant.
"Ah, we are home. Be a good boy, Lauri", he chuckled. The boy said nothing, staring straight ahead.
Mrs. Jarvinen greeted them, her expression bland. Mika caught her eye, nodding slightly. He and the village posse were waiting inside the house, ready to arrest them.
"Paivaa, Mrs. Jarvinen. Where is my lovely wife?", he drawled.
"She is indisposed, Herra Bergstrom. And who is this young man?", she asked. I hope he has not abused the boy, she thought, keeping the smile on her face.
"This is Lauri, he is going to be a servant", he replied smoothly.
Mrs. Jarvinen nodded slightly, giving the signal. Suddenly, Mika and the constables surrounded them, closing off the avenues of escape.
"What is the meaning of this? I am master here at Mustasydan", he sneered.
"Herra Bergstrom, Herra Jansen, you are under arrest for sodomy, procuring, and violating minors. Come with me, or else we will use force", he said.
Simon laughed, an ugly harsh sound. "I am master here, you are but a peasant. I can easily have you killed, my father is wealthy and has ties to the Danish king. You Finns are but stupid peasants. Vagn, take care of them", he said dismissively.
Vagn charged forward. Out of nowhere, an arrow sailed through the air, landing at his feet. "Herra Bergstrom, that was a warning. Please come with me", said Mika.
Suddenly, Vagn pulled out a knive and held it to Lauri's throat. The boy's eyes widened in fear, his lower lip trembling. "Go, before he slits the boy's throat", he growled.
"Let them go, men. I cannot let him kill the boy", he said reluctantly. The posse backed away, as Simon led them inside the house.
"What do we do, Simon?", asked Vagn.
Simon poured them each a goblet of wine. "We have ample supplies, we can withstand a siege if necessary. That traitor Johannes and my wife have run off. Oh well, we still have the brat, the younger the better", he chuckled.
Lauri sat in the corner, his expression bland. His pale blue eyes blinked occasionally, but he did not move. "Look alive, boy. I like my boys with some life in them", said Simon, grabbing his arm. Lauri said nothing, but gazed dispassionately at them, his shoulders slumped in defeat.
"Now, what do we do?", grumbled Dave.
"I know, he has the boy hostage and I do not wish to see him hurt. But they could very well be abusing him", said Mika.
"Simon is going to abuse the boy. He and Vagn like young boys, that is where the missing village boys go. When he is finished with them, he kicks them out", said Mrs. Jarvinen, feeling ashamed of herself.
"Why did you not report it?", asked Mika.
"He threatened to kill my family in Lintusinun", she sobbed.
"Rouva Jarvinen, it is not your fault. Simon and Vagn are evil, they care nothing except for their pleasure", said Bridget, comforting the older woman.
Leif heard them, his face pale. By the gods, that is so evil. Poor Bridget, he thought, shaking his head.
"Man, if you guys don't kill them, I will. He is fucking evil", growled Dave, his hazel eyes flashing with anger.
"I know, Dave. And I would like to take a swing at him as well, we all do. But we need to get him to surrender, and for him not to hurt the boy. I do not want to be responsible for the boy being hurt", said Sean.
Just then, Johannes got up. He stood tall and proud, his green eyes glowing with passion. His fists clenched at his sides, his head held high.
"I will offer myself as a sacrifice. I will go in exchange for the boy, he is innocent, as I am not. I will not let them hurt the boy", he vowed.
"Johannes, are you sure? Simon may just hurt the boy to spite us", said Saul.
"I am sure, Herra Rosenberg. I have brought shame to my family, and this is my atonement. I do not want the boy to suffer what I have", he said solemnly.
"Johannes, you have not brought shame upon your family. You were forced against your will, you had no choice. If you still want to sacrifice yourself, I will not stand in your way", said Mika.
"That is kind of you, Herra Karpinnen, but I will still go", said Johannes, a determined look on his face.
Johannes walked towards Mustasydan. Mika and the others had followed at a distance, not wanting to attract attention.
I will offer myself, the boy is innocent, as I am not. This is my atonement, he thought.
He approached the house, each step heavier than the last. In the early morning light, Mustasydan loomed before him like a black and white monster, ready to pounce on its prey.
Johannes took a deep breath and knocked on the door...
Simon and Vagn were in their basement chamber. The boy Lauri stared at them, his expression blank, but his blue eyes glowed with pure hatred.
He is but a stupid boy. It is a always a pleasure to be the first, Simon chuckled maliciously.
"It is your turn with the brat. If he complains, there are always more children, the Finns have too many children anyways", he shrugged.
Vagn nodded, taking the boy by the hand. Lauri said nothing, his eyes flashing with anger and shame.
Just then, they heard someone knock at the door. Simon went upstairs and opened the door.
"So Herra Valo, you have finally come back? Why did you leave after all I have done for you?", he asked smoothly, the barest hint of anger on the surface.
Johannes stood tall, his face proud. "Give me the boy, Herra Bergstrom. He is an innocent, I am not. I will trade myself for the boy", he said.
Simon laughed in his face. "Do you really think the boy is innocent as you think? I have had his sweet flesh and so has Vagn. It was wonderful I do say so myself", he said, a gleam in his eyes.
Johannes felt sick. Poor boy, Herra Bergstrom is indeed evil, he shuddered, tears falling down his cheeks.
Just then, the villagers emerged from the woods. They surrounded the house, holding pitchforks and glaring at him.
Kullervo came forward, clad in his white robes. "Herra Bergstrom, we know you have taken children from the village and the surrounding villages. You are truly an evil man, and may the gods punish you", he intoned.
Sean and Bridget emerged from the crowd. He put an arm around his sister protectively, her head held high.
"Simon, I am ashamed I was ever married to you. You are no longer my husband, and child is not yours. It is Dave's child I carry, it does not have your evil", she said triumphantly.
"You bitch. I can sue your father for making me a cuckold", he growled.
Dave put a hand on her shoulder, glaring down at him. "You lay a hand on her, I will kill you. Your dad disowned you, you can go fuck yourself", he snarled.
Just then, there was a commotion, and a shot rang out...
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Post by ladyfiaran22 on Oct 18, 2020 11:03:41 GMT -5
Chapter 105
There was panic in the crowd, several of the children screamed in fright. When the smoke cleared, Simon lay on the ground, gasping harshly. A bloody red stain spread on his shirt, the blood oozing from the wound.
"Who did this?", he asked, his breath shallow.
Pekka emerged from the crowd, holding a smoking pistol. His expression was grim, as he walked towards the fallen man.
"You hurt my friend, you fiend. Time to send you to hell", he growled, putting his finger on the trigger.
Dave held Bridget close, his hand over her eyes. He winced, as a second shot rang out.
Simon lay sprawled out on the dirt, half his face perfect, the other half a bloody mess. Several of the women retched, and the children screamed at the sight.
Mika said nothing, nudging the body with his boot. "I will have to contact the gravediggers, have him buried somewhere, but not in the graveyard, he is too foul for that", he shrugged.
Bridget looked down at her erstwhile husband. A sense of elation came over her, her heart feeling lighter than it had in months.
"He's dead, he'll never hurt you again. I wish I had a camera so I could take a picture", said Dave.
Mika and Pekka went into the house to arrest Vagn. Pekka had his pistol cocked and ready, in case he tried to ambush them.
They went downstairs into the secret chamber, their hearts trembling in anticipation. Mika threw open the door, shocked and appalled at the sight.
Vagn lay in a pool of his own blood. His eyes stared ahead vacantly, as dead as the eyes of the dear on the walls. The boy Lauri held a bloody knife, a blank expression on his face. However, his blue eyes were cold with triumph, which almost made them shiver in fear.
Lauri unsteadily got to his feet, walking over to the corpse. He peered down in the still face, raising the knife. Suddenly, he methodically began to hack at the body, rivulets of blood streaming from the corpse.
When he was finished, he stared at them, the knife dropping from his grip. Lauri ran into his arms, crying hysterically.
"Sssh, boy. They are both well and truly dead. They will never hurt you again", said Mika, stroking the boy's hair.
Lauri lifted his tear-streaked face, his lower lip trembling. Mika smiled gently at the boy, leading him outside.
A woman rushed over to him, scooping him up in her arms. "Mama", he whimpered, fresh tears in his eyes.
"The boy killed Herra Jansen. Under most circumstances, this would be a murder charge, but the nature of his crimes is so foul no charges will be brought. Herra Bergstrom and Herra Jansen both deserved their fates", said Mika, as the people walked back to the village.
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