The Queen Of Pain
" What Can We Do !? "
Sefa awoke to the horrible shrill sounds of a woman screaming ! As she lay there in bed next to her husband, Bivorr, in a fog between sleep and awake, she was suddenly filled with both the terror, and helplessness, that only a woman can truly understand in such situations. And what made it all the more terrifying for her was that she knew the woman being abused, and who the abuser was !
Many nights, when King Kaldstein was home here in Rogaland, he would drink with his many warriors, such as Ragnvaldr, the commander of his army, until the early hours of the morning . And when the king drank he became a vicious sadistic animal, who enjoyed hurting others. His young wife Birsla, the queen of Rogaland, was unfortunately the usual target of his abusive behavior.
Bivorr, and his wife Sefa, considered themselves to be very fortunate to have been granted land so close to the king's great hall. Bivorr had been a valuable warrior, and later the commander of the king's personal guard, until he lost his left arm in a battle against King Ljufvini of Hordaland. Because Bivorr lost his limb while protecting King Kaldstein, the king graciously retired him, and gave him a tract of land behind his great hall.
Bivorr had built his longhouse as close to the great hall as he dared, so he could set up a stand to sell the extra produce that he grew on his small farm.
" There is always a great deal of foot traffic around the great hall, " Bivorr had told Sefa, " And that of course will mean that we can sell more of our produce than the other farmers that live further away ! "
Bivorr quickly regretted his decision, however, after they had to endure night after night of loud feasts, and drinking parties. And as if the noise was not bad enough, some of the great hall's guests would come over onto his land to urinate and defecate near his hall !
For Sefa the worst came early in the morning hours when the drinking had ended, and all of the guests had gone home. This was when the king would begin his reign of terror on his poor young wife Birsla. The abuse would always begin with the king yelling, and cursing at the queen, in a crazed voice slurred by alcohol. Most times Sefa would not hear the timid queen speak, for she was certain that Queen Birsla was too terrified to respond to her husband's verbal threats. The few times Sefa had heard the queen's voice it did not last long ! And it was always followed shortly thereafter by the sounds of flesh being slapped and beaten !
Even this terrible abuse was not the pinnacle of the horror that Sefa had to listen to, and the unfortunate queen had to endure. For when the king's shouting died down all that could be heard was the queen screaming as she was raped over and over again. During several of the more brutal nights, Sefa took a blanket from their bed, and sat next to the fire crying with her hands over her ears. For it was just too horrible , and she feared that she would go mad if she had to listen for even one moment longer !
The day after these horrific attacks Sefa would walk by the great hall repeatedly until she was able to see with her own eyes that the queen was still alive. At some point during the day Queen Birsla would leave the great hall, with her handmaiden Brettifa in tow. Most times her face was not bruised too badly, but all too often the queen had trouble walking, and tended to limp quite noticeably. Occasionally, Queen Birsla would emerge from the hall, after an especially brutal night, with a badly swollen face, or blackened eyes. The queen often tried to hide her face behind a hood or a shawl, but it was impossible for her to hide all the damage.
As Sefa stared at the ceiling of her longhouse she began to tremble when she heard the pitiful cries coming from the queen as she was mercilessly abused by her sadistic husband, ....., and as the tears began to well up in her eyes she wondered what condition the queen would be in tomorrow. If she were alive at all !
Bivorr awoke from his sleep to the same horrific sounds that haunted his wife like an evil ghost night after night. He reached over, with the one arm that war had left him, to comfort his wife, but she recoiled at his touch. Then Sefa began to cry again. Bivorr took a long breath, and let out a sigh of deep sadness.
" I know my dear ! I feel sorry for her too ! But he is the king,......, what can we do !? "
- End Chapter 1
Next : Chapter 2 : A Man With No Shame
- Glenn Bergen, ( Ravensheart ), © Copyright, 2016.