Blenda : Sweden's Greatest Heroine
Blenda led Prince Olof and the Chieftain Guthbrand to the great hall, while Gerthrud and the other maidens showed the mounted warriors to the stables, and the foot soldiers to the edge of the village where they could set up their camp. While the commanders supervised the setting up of the camp the voluptuous maidens told them that they would be seated in the great hall once they were done. The common warriors were instructed to go to the courtyard where tables had been set up for them to drink and feast.
Prince Olof was impressed by both the size of the hall and the way that it was decorated. Garland hung from every beam and rafter, and colorful flowers adorned the garland every few feet. He liked how the tables had been set with plates, bowls, drinking goblets, and eating utensils made of fine silver.
" Your father Hrolf has a wonderful hall. It is not quite as large and splendid as mine, and yet it radiates a great charm of hospitality. " he told Blenda.
Guthbrand shook his head in disbelief, and angrily grunted, as he eyed the silver utensils.
Blenda ignored the chieftain and nodded.
" Thank you prince. Why don't you, and the chieftain, seat yourselves at the head of the table while I throw a few more logs onto the fire. " she told him with a pleasant smile.
Blenda slowly walked over to the woodpile and reached down for a log to add to the fire. As she did a hand stopped her. Unlike the rude Chieftain Guthbrand, Prince Olof had not seated himself, but instead had followed her over to the woodpile. Olof kissed her hand before speaking.
" A woman as beautiful as yourself should not soil her hands with such a task. " he explained to her with all the charm of a suitor.
Olof picked up two good sized logs and threw them onto the fire. As the sparks showered everywhere the prince placed his hand on Blenda's ass and caressed it gently.
" No ! A woman such as yourself should be married to a prince who will one day be king ! " he told Blenda before giving her ass a little squeeze.
Blenda was sickened by this man who felt that he had the right to do or say whatever he pleased because of his title. Blenda wanted to lift up her dress, pull out her dagger, and gut him like the pig that he was right then and there, but she knew that this was no time to be selfish. Blenda thought of her people and her homeland before she answered the prince.
" I do have good breeding, and the hips to give a king many heirs ! " she told the prince with a little grin.
Despite Guthbrand being in the hall, Olof might have taken Blenda right there by the fire anyway, but as they turned away from the fire the doors of the great hall opened up and Hilla and Runa entered leading the high ranking commanders into the hall. One by one the maidens seated them at the tables with a wink and a smile.
Blenda turned to Olof and pointed back to where Guthbrand was seated.
" The meat will not be ready for several hours, but there are fruits and nuts on the table, and we have plenty of ale, wine, and mead for you and your commanders. " she informed the prince.
Prince Olof looked deep into Blenda's eyes and tried to hide his disappointment. He failed miserably.
" I would rather have the taste of your lips upon mine than the finest ale in all the Northlands. But,...., that will have to wait for a little while. For now I will drink and toast my good fortune to once again have met you ! " he told her with a wink, and a quick squeeze of her ass.
Blenda walked over to a side table, and grabbed a large pitcher of ale, while Prince Olof took his place at the head of the table. Blenda called out to Hilla and Runa to let them know it was time to begin to serve the spirits. All three knew that from this point on it was their duty to keep the Danes' goblets full at all times.
As soon as they began drinking the Danes began toasting each other, and telling embellished stories of their exploits that could not possibly be true. Ocassionally they would all stand up and spontaneously begin singing war songs. To the relief of the maidens these men seemed, at least for the moment, more interested in telling tall tales than abusing them. Of course there was the ocassional discreet fondling of a breast, or a slap on the ass, but for the most part these men simply saw them as serving maidens who were there to keep their goblets filled with ale, and their plates full of food.
Unfortunately the maidens who were serving the common soldiers in the courtyard did not fare as well. They were constantly being grabbed, kissed, and abused in some form or other by these Danes who lacked any manners or restraint. Several of the maidens were carried off into the woods and raped, including the unfortunate young girl Yliana.
A Dane had taken a liking to her and dragged her into the forest. He pinned her up against a tree, and lifted up her dress. Showing no patience he ripped off her undergarments before taking the young girl brutally. Yliana's pitiful cries for help were drowned out by the laughter and singing that rose up from the courtyard. Even if someone had heard, they would not have come to her aide. For they were the conquerors, and they felt they had the right to take what they wanted as spoils of war.
Yliana was shaking as the warrior dressed himself. Despite being brutally violated she was not trembling from fear, or shock. She was simply angry. Very angry ! As the Dane began to walk away Yliana reached under her dress and pulled out her knife. Then, like a wild animal, she ran after the warrior. As the other maidens had shown her she plunged the knife first into his right kidney, and then into his left. When the shocked Dane turned around she plunged the knife into his stomach as well. Fortunately no one heard his cries for help either !
The younger maidens would have been better protected if the elder maidens, Gerthrud and Ellitze, had remained in the courtyard, but they had gone out to the perimeter of the village to serve the poisoned ale to the Danes who stood on guard. The elder maidens were amazed by how easily these sentries accepted a cup of ale from them. Gerthrud had figured they would have difficulty making them drink while they were on duty. She even thought up a lie to force them to drink.
" Prince Olof has ordered us to make sure that the warriors who guard our village are not forgotten and left out of the festivities. " she would have told them if it had become necessary.
The lie was not needed, and as the moon rose up over Varnslanda, the village was no longer guarded along it's perimeter.
Pernilla was the first to see Yliana in the moonlight as she stumbled back to the courtyard. One look at the young girl, as she emerged from the woods, made the maiden set the pitcher of ale on the table, and walk as fast as she could to intercept the girl before the Danes could see her. As she got closer to the young girl Pernilla gasped in horror. Yliana was covered in blood !
Gerthrud and Ellitze were just coming around the far side of the great hall when they saw two female figures at the edge of the woods. Gerthrud became angry. Why were they out there talking when they should be here in the courtyard serving the Danish warriors !?
Gerthrud and Ellitze quickly ran over to the two maidens. When the reached them Ellitze spun Pernilla around and addressed her first.
" Are you trying to get us all killed ?! " she yelled in a hoarse whisper.
Pernilla, though startled by Ellitze's tone, shot back a quick and just as harsh reply.
" Yliana has been raped ! And she, .... she killed the Dane who attacked her ! " she explained angrily.
Gerthrud stepped forward and immediately saw that Yliana was covered in blood. If the Danes saw her like this it might alert them to their plans and all would be lost !
" Pernilla ! Take Yliana to one of the huts on the far edge of the village ! Clean her up, and put her in a new dress ! " she ordered the maiden.
When Gerthrud was finished Ellitze turned to Yliana. With as pleasant a smile as she could manage Ellitze reached out and held her hand. She spoke to the distraught maiden in a calm tone.
" Yliana, .... honey,.... where is the body of the Dane you killed ? " she asked.
Yliana, with tears still streaming down her face, pointed behind her.
" One hundred paces that way ! " she told the older maiden.
" Pernilla ! Go, now ! " Gerthrud told the nervous maiden.
" Attend to Yliana, and we will take care of the body. We cannot allow anyone to accidently stumble over it in the dark ! " she added.
After a short search Gerthrud and Ellitze found the body approximately where Yliana had told them it would be. Together, and with frequent rests, they carried the heavy warrior's body to the far edge of the forest where they covered it with leaves and other debris.
" No one will come this deep into the forest to pee ! " Gerthrud told Ellitze.
" Yes ! I believe it will be safe here . " Ellitze agreed.
Blenda watched carefully as the Danes, one by one, and sometimes in small groups, drunkenly stumbled back to their camp. A few had passed out and had to be carried from the hall from the benches where they had sat. As the hall thinned of it's guests Prince Olof once again became bolder with his sexual advances toward her. Just as a large group of commanders, led by Chieftain Guthbrand, left the hall, Olof grabbed Blenda and sat her on his lap. Blenda could feel that Olof was ready for her, but she knew that the time had come to light the bonfire to signal Torhilda, who was waiting with the warrior women on the Bravellir. She needed to think of an excuse to leave, and fast !
" Prince, I need to step out for just a moment . " she told him.
Prince Olof grinned.
" Then let me escort you my dear ! " he replied gallantly despite his drunken state.
Blenda kissed him on the lips and laughed !
" I do believe that I can relieve myself without the help of a man ! " she told him.
Prince Olof pouted.
" But what if one of my warriors attacks you in the dark ? " he asked.
Blenda jumped up off of the prince's lap, ran over and picked up a torch from it's holder, and held it out in front of her like a weapon.
" I will bring a torch to light my way ! " she told him before turning and running out of the hall as though she had to pee immediately.
" Well, then return to me quickly for I have something very special for you ! " he yelled after her with a devilish grin.
Once outside the hall she raced away from the courtyard and into the center of a wheatfield where wood had been stacked up to form the frame of a bonfire. Blenda plunged the torch into the frame as though she was stabbing the Danes in the heart with it. The dried logs caught fire immediately, and in moments, but only from a height, the blaze could be seen from miles away .
- End Chapter 10
- Next : Chapter 11 : The Warrior Women
- Glenn Bergen, ( Ravensheart ), © 2016.