Blenda : Sweden's Greatest Heroine
Lussa came riding up the valley at a full gallop ! She reined in her horse at the front doors to the great hall and jumped off her horse before it had come to a complete stop. As she reached out for the door handle she tripped slightly and fell up against the great doors throwing them open, and causing her to tumble upon the floor of the great hall.
Blenda, and the other maidens were in various stages of dressing when the doors suddenly shot open. Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared down at the dirt covered woman who lay upon the floor. Blenda, the first to recover from being startled by the intrusion, rushed over to the scout and knelt down beside her.
" How much time do we have before the Danes enter the valley ? " Blenda asked nervously.
Lussa lifted herself up onto her knees before answering.
" They will be here by noon ! " she replied in between deep breaths.
Blenda rose up and looked around the room at the maidens. With a look that showed how serious the moment was she spoke to the maidens.
" The time is almost here ! Finish dressing quickly and make sure that your breasts show above your bodice like pillows upon a bed. We want these men, .... no, ... we need these men, to want us and to trust that we are interested in them ! " she told them sternly.
Blenda then looked back down at Lussa.
" Rest for a moment and then go to Bravellir and inform Torhilda what you have told me. " she ordered.
Then she added with a grateful smile :
" And thank you for all the great deeds you have done for the people of Smaland ! " she exclaimed proudly.
Lussa was so honored by Blenda's praise that she picked herself up off of the floor, nodded to the maidens, and then limped out of the hall, mounted her horse, and rode to Bravellir to deliver her message to Torhilda.
One by one the maidens met out in the courtyard of the great hall after they had finished dressing. Yliana was the last to arrive. She was barely sixteen, and despited having the figure of a much older maiden, she did not feel comfortable showing off her body in such a fashion. And unlike many of her female comrades she had never known the touch of a man and feared what might happen to her once they were in the clutches of the Danes.
Led by Blenda the women marched out of the village and into the long valley. They did not carry shields, swords, axes or even spears. All these maidens had to protect themselves with was their sultry beauty, and the dagger they each had strapped near their inner thigh. Gerthrud, who had been with her share of men, thought to herself that the knife between her legs felt better, and much more reassuring, than any man had ever made her feel. Most of the maidens, however, were too terrified to feel much of anything .
As the women reached the midpoint of the valley the Danes slowly came over a small rise at its entrance on the other side. Blenda immediately recognized the warrior who led the Danes. At the head of this motley looking army, and riding a beautiful white horse, was Prince Olof of Vatland. On his right side, and just behind him was a flag - bearer with a blood red flag with a white cross emblazoned upon it. The sight almost made Blenda sick to her stomach.
" They call our Viking ancestors barbarians when they carried the Raven flag into battle, and yet these warriors, hundreds of years later, carrying the religious symbol of the peaceful White Christ, come into our lands to kill, rape, and enslave. They are no better than our Pagan ancestors who they condemn as evil ! " she told Gerthrud who had come up alongside her.
" Yes ! But at least for today we must smile at these devils, and make them believe that we are women willing to do anything to protect our children, .... including giving ourselves to them. " she reminded Blenda.
Blenda looked over at her friend and smiled.
" Agreed ! But all the time I will be thinking of how I will kill each and every one of them ! " she replied with a grin.
Prince Olof rode up to the women and laughed.
" If you have come to do battle with us I am afraid that your little band of maidens, pretty though they may be, will not be nearly enough to stop us ! " he explained as he leaned over the neck of his horse.
Blenda stepped forward and bowed, revealing her ample breasts to the Prince.
" Do you not remember me Prince Olof ? Have you forgotten that we once shared a kiss when my father and I visited you in Vatland ? " she asked with a pleasant smile.
Prince Olof dismounted and walked over to the pretty maiden who had addressed him so informally. When he saw her beautiful face up close he raised his eyebrows in astonishment.
" Blenda ?! Blenda of Smaland ! " the prince exclaimed.
" My, you have blossomed into quite a fine woman. " he continued as he looked her over from head to toe.
Then he added suspiciously :
" And what do you think that I owe you for that one brief kiss ? " he asked.
Blenda smiled broadly, showing off her nearly perfect teeth.
" Only that you do not rape the women of Varnslanda, enslave our children, or destroy our village. " she told the prince boldly.
" I might need more than one kiss to grant all of those terms ! " he told Blenda.
Blenda walked up to the prince and kissed him on both cheeks before whispering in his ear.
" To save my village, and my people, I would do much ! " she explained.
For a brief moment Prince Olof rubbed his chin while in deep thought.
" I accept your offer, and will spare your village,.... if the terms are fulfilled to my satisfaction of course ! " he told her with an adolescent grin.
Blenda smiled sensually at the prince.
" Why don't you bring your men into the village. In your honor we have prepared a feast for you and your Danish warriors. And there is plenty of mead, ale and wine for everyone ! " she told him.
Prince Olof gave Blenda a suspicious stare.
" And how do I know that you will not poison my whole army ? " he asked.
Blenda smiled pleasantly to hide her true feelings.
" My maidens and I will be more than happy to taste every container of spirits, and every cauldron of food, before you and your men consume them . " she assured the prince.
Suddenly Guthbrand came riding up.
" Prince ! What is the delay ? Why do we not sack this village, take our spoils of war, and move on ? " he asked angrily.
Prince Olof walked passed Guthbrand's horse, and mounted his own great white stallion before answering.
" Chieftain Guthbrand ! I am considering bypassing this village. Besides, we have been invited to a great feast by these lovely young ladies, and I have accepted their gracious offer. " he told the chieftain as he signalled his warriors to move forward, led by the maidens.
As they headed back to the village Gerthrud turned and whispered to Blenda.
" I do not believe that you needed us to come along ! You seem to have turned the prince's head all by yourself ! " she whispered to Blenda.
Blenda shook her head in disagreement.
" My looks, and my body, will not save us if Prince Olof changes his mind . " she explained to Gerthrud.
- End Chapter 9
- Next : Chapter 10 : Drunken Danes
- Glenn Bergen, ( Ravensheart ), © Copyright, 2016.