_____________________________________Part 13. Yes, mistress___________________________________
The winds were favourable and the Hungry Freeman picked up good speed. The barren landscape of the orcs was quickly disappearing. Runar and Halvdan were relieved. While the goblin lands had offered the opportunity of some of the most spectacular feats of diplomacy and espionage ever, they looked forward to travels in more safe and civilized countries. The constant threat of being hacked to pieces and eaten by the populace does get on ones nerves in time.
The lookout was suddenly shouting something. Yurii had moved to the port side and was staring out across the river in disbelief.
-Oh, look! A bridge, said Halvdan.
-Who put this miserable thing here!
-We don’t know, captain, said one of the sailors. Yurii was furious.
-Now I have to wait for you slothful sand crabs to drag the ship up the river bank, across the road and down again!
-No.
-What!? You dare question me, insubordinate worm?
-As usual, it is us, your poor crew, who will have to do the dragging. You will stand next to us and shout useless orders and humiliating “encouragement” as usual.
-I am the manager after all.
A long and tiresome day of work begun. Runar and Halvdan offered to help them with a little advice but were rather rudely dismissed.
-…but please Yurii, look over there!
-I have no time for this nonsense!
-You don’t need to drag your ship across the land to pass!
-Ha! How else would I get past? How typical of you landlubbers! Stand aside!
-Please listen to us!
-Later. Go and busy yourself with something, passengers! Just be back before tomorrow morning.
-Come on Halvdan, said Runar, this is just futile. Let him waste his time if he likes.
Strolling through the barren landscape, there was not much to see. The efforts from the Orcs of Gundabads side to promote infrastructure were apparently limited to bulding roads and bridges for invasions south. Imagine their surprise then, when they came across a flowery orchard full of apple trees!
-Who could live here and grow apples with all the orcs around?
-Let’s go and have a look.
-Runar, is that really wise? We are still in goblin-infested lands and we don’t know anything of who might live there.
-Does this look goblinoid to you? An impeccably ordered orchard?
-Maybe not, but it’s best to be careful. Furthermore, isn’t this the province of Angmar, home to all kinds of evil sorcery, like the Witch-King of Angmar of old?
-He was defeated long ago. His kingdom was shattered. What do you expect we will find now, the Witch-Queen of Angmar? Haha!
-Don’t say I didn’t warn you. Grumble.
From a more weatherly point of view, the suggestion had its merits, for just as their discussion had finished, it started to rain. The dwarfs hurried across the path to a great mansion that seemed to be the centre of the orchard. The rain was turning everything grey and blurry. It was an excellent day not to be outside.
An empty passage led to an inner courtyard with a fountain. Those who have been to Minas Tirith and visited the citadel might recognize the concept. Apparently this inner-courtyard-of-stone-with-fountain thing is something all rich landowners with agricultural interest want. Although this orchard was much more impressive than that of Minas Tirith, which consisted of in fact only one tree, almost completely dead.
There seemed to be a main building with huge windows and a large door. It had a sign on the roof that was apparently supposed to depict an apple tree. Runar and Halvdan hid in the passage and continued to survey the area.
-This looks like something I heard about in the tavern in Litash, said Runar.
-A desolate mansion in an orchard in southern Angmar?
-No, that sign. There was a tale of scary, ghostly woman who haunted the countryside. She captured dwarfs, they said, and forced them to do house-keeping for her for all eternity. The only way to be really safe was to offer her apples. She was known by her ghastly pale appearance, white as snow. People called her Snow White.
-Quite an imaginative name…What a silly tale, said Halvdan. Still, now that you have heard it, you will, presumably, be too scared to enter? So now we can follow my more sensible and cautious approach and get out of here?
-No! I want to get inside. I’m soaked. Stupid country. Both rain and mist at the same time.
So the dwarfs crossed the courtyard and knocked on the great door. Crates filled with apples and bottles lay to the left, under a sign, reading:
Apples: 1 florin
Apple Pie: 2 florins/slice
Apple Juice: 21 florins/bottle
Apple Soda: 22 florins/bottle
Apple Operating System: 2300 florins + 10 000 and up in technical support
The door was opened and the dwarfs hurried inside. They saw nobody but continued through the corridor that presented itself and ended in a great hall. And there she was! The Witch-Queen of Angmar herself!
She was surrounded by all manner monstrous creatures! Rats with terrible teeth, battered bats and ghastly ghouls behind her. But most prominent were the…dwarfs! Yet they did not seem like real dwarfs. They cackled madly and stared at their queen with obsessed eyes, seemingly devoid of any own will. A cruel and degraded parody of dwarfs perhaps, just like the orcs are a cruel and degraded parody of the elves. Dworcs would perhaps be a fitting name for those horrors. The corpse of some dim-witted prince or something was an indication as good as any that this orchard was ruled by the queen and no one else. She began to speak.
-Excellent, new workers. How wonderful!
-Uhum…eh…greetings, said Runar. We are Runar and Halvdan, emissaries of Erebor.
-How lovely. What kind of skills can you offer me?
-We are diplomatic emissaries, as said, and we could, well, bring a message to King Dain of Erebor. Would you like to negotiate about trade rights, map information or perhaps an alliance?
-Ah, all of that I shall deal with later. For now, you can sit down and enjoy my company, dears.
She pointed at the ground next to her.
-She seems rather friendly, whispered Halvdan, but then there are those weird dworcs.
-Indeed, I have a bad feeling about this, whispered Runar.
The dwarf hesitated, unsure of what to do. Snow White spoke again.
-Please, you will need your strength later working for me. SIT DOWN!
-Friendly, but quite domineering once you get to know her I bet.
-What kind of work is she expecting us to do, aren’t we supposed to be guests? I don’t remember signing up to work in her orchard.
-Hrm, I don’t know what you were expecting, good lady, but we were just passing by seeking shelter for the rain, said Runar. I take it that you are waiting for some sort of labourers?
-Of course! Labourers who will enjoy my “wink” delightful company once the trees are tended to.
-This seems like an odd place for running an orchard, said Halvdan. Business is good?
-Oh yes. Oh, you must have been listening to my despicable competitors, the Mothers Inc. Don’t pay attention to those harpies, dear. They are just grumpy since I took over the apple market completely. You see, my mother, mother-in-law and my stepmother formed an unholy alliance to drive me out of business…
-Wait a little, your…
-Ah, we do have a bit of a situation in my family. My father was a meekly mercenary captain who cleared these lands for the scum of Gundabad. He met my mother in the process and soon after settled near here starting a great plantation. My mother proved to be a domineering and nagging woman it is said, so my father tired of her and left for my stepmother, who ran an orchard next to his. Wanting me out of the way, my stepmother quickly had me married to some fool prince from somewhere. He had few notable qualities but made a good snack for my little dworcsies…
She looked down at the floor right in front of her. Runar and Halvdan followed her gaze and looked at the unfortunate ex-prince’s corpse.
…So, I had finally gotten this orchard in shape when my mother-in-law found out. She was horrified and ran over to my mother and stepmother, whose bitter feud had gotten all worse with the sudden demise of my father. They all agreed to belay their differences and unite against me. First they tried to poison my apples, disguised as old hags, which they are. After that, they turned to industrial espionage using an intricate device with many mirrors, trying to unravel all my corporate secrets. It was as if they merely needed to ask the mirror what I was doing and how pretty my apples were. In the end, I shattered all their mirrors. Then they turned into aggressive smear campaigns. Their wicked slander was sometimes a serious setback but then I found the remedy and repaid them in kind. I would target, not the customers, but their children.
-Their children???
-Oh yes, honey. I spread fairy tales all over Angmar and the neighbouring lands about how evil and traitorous stepmothers and mother-in-laws are. Initially I struck at my mother too but she soon defected and came crawling over to my side. So I spared mothers from being the villain in further stories. This is why it is always the stepmother who is the villain and evil being in every fairy tale where a stepmother appears. Also, it has led to mother-in-laws being the archetypical annoying relative across the world.
-Do you have any time left for actually harvesting apples, asked Halvdan.
-No, that’s what the workforce is for. I am the manager; I don’t deal with stuff like actual work. So that is where you come in, dears. Would you please start with inspecting the northern fields? See to it that no trees were damaged by the wind.
-Uhm, I don’t remember signing up for any work here. I thank you for your hospitality, but we really must be going now, said Runar.
-Oh no, you will stay.
-Pardon us, good lady but we have urgent business elsewhere.
-No, you will stay, “wink” ”wink”.
Snow White leaned forward in a voluptuous way.
-Is the winking and leaning forward supposed to persuade us or something, asked Halvdan.
-What!? How come you do not immediately bow to my will, as mindless zombies?
-Why would we, asked Runar, surprised. Should we become your slaves just because you flirt with us?
-Everyone does! I learned that when dealing in the forum when offering support for the apple operating system. In the technical forum of Gram, far away from the philosopher’s forum, people go around with huge pictures in front of their face. They call those pictures avatars. Then they paint small golden symbols like rings or lilies underneath to symbolize their social status, defined as reputation or rep. Rep is given for the most mundane and trivial reasons, but it is still highly prized. Most of these forumites use pictures of barely dressed women and messages saying things like “if you like my avatar, give me rep” or “+rep for gorgeous lady”. Obviously, being barely dressed will make everyone your slave if you are a woman!
-Ah, now I understand, said Runar. You have encountered Geeks. They are a particularly weak-minded goblinoid race. I can understand that they are easily swayed. But you can’t base your opinion of people in general just on the studies of one social class or otherwise confined group of people.
-Sigmund Fraud did, said Halvdan.
-Who is he, asked Snow White, sounding rather irritated.
-He was a silly psychiatric therapist in Dale, who studied the upper class snobs exclusively and, based on the absurd manners and weird social behaviour of them only, jumped to generalising and absolute conclusions about the psychology of humans as a whole. Very stupid.
- So, we are not Geeks, and while you do look good in that skirt we still have to be going. Auf wienerschnitzel, said Runar.
-NOT SO FAST! It seems I will have to be a little more persuasive than usual…
Snow white had risen from her throne. She was holding an unpleasant-looking whip in her hand which cracked menacingly.
-NOW YOU WILL LISTEN TO ME! YOU WILL OBEY MY COMMANDS! I have after all ten stars…YOU WILL GO OUT AND BEGIN YOUR GARDENING AND HOUSEWORK IMMEDIATELY! GRUMBLE! HAPPY! ESCORT THEM OUTSIDE AND KEEP WATCH OVER THEM!
-Yess mistress, the dworcs murmured.
-She is just plain unreasonable, whispered Runar.
-I just aquired the “hostess is domineering” trait, whispered Halvdan, let’s go outside and plan what to do. She is as commanding and authoritarian as she is charming. Scary mistress. And that Lash of Lugburz ancillary, “shudder".
They stepped out and pretended to inspect the trees while quietly planning their escape. The two dworcs that followed them were apparently not too bright, since they only watched for escape attempts but not anything else, ignoring all their whispered planning. Personal initiatives and development were apparently not the most encouraged things among the minions of Snow White.
-The point is, we have to get away without that crazy horde of dark creatures following us. We don’t know if Yurii is finished with his stupid ship-dragging yet. The appearance of those minions may disrupt things a little.
-Precisely my point. We must ensure we get some distance to them, unnoticed, to get away unseen. At least Snow White doesn’t know where we came from.
-Her minions only act on her command. If we incapacitate her we may be able to get away.
-Any ideas how?
-Yes. Those crates we passed at the door contain apples and apple juice or apple soda. This is well before the harvesting season in any country, so the juice must be from last year’s harvest.
-You’re right. Eeeugh!
-I could not have put it better myself. Eugh indeed. Your diplomatic vocabulary never ceases to amaze me with its elegant flow of complicated words. So, the juice must have fermented by now. If we could make her drink it…
-She will suspect a trap.
-Precisely. So we must appear to drink it before her. Or at least one of us. I have a plan….”whisper” “whisper” “whisper”…
-Hey! We need to get back to the mistress now! The trees are checked and we have urgent news. She won’t be happy if we don’t tell them.
-…must please mistress…said the nearest dworc.
-Exactly. Lead the way mr…er…dwarf, said Runar.
They walked back into the courtyard. Halvdan stopped outside the doors.
-Only one of us needs to go inside. No point disturbing her more than necessary.
-…yawn…me stay here. No escaping. Must please mistress…said one of the dworcs.
Runar went inside, followed by the other dworc. Halvdan strolled casually near the door, picking up the bucket used to gather water from the fountain. On the way back to the door, he casually knocked the dworc unconscious with the bucket and dragged him out of sight. Then he quickly opened the crate with bottles of fermented apple juice and emptied them into the bucket. It looked as disgusting as it smelled. He placed the bucket on the far side of the fountain, out of sight.
Snow White came out seconds later, looking furious. She stared across the courtyard where Halvdan stood. A retinue of various dark creatures accompanied her.
-…as I was saying, mistress, he just disappeared, said Runar. Just like mr, ehrm, Grumble that accompanied Halvdan. He must have been knocked out too. What happened, Halvdan?
-I don’t know. I saw him drinking mouthfuls from the fountain and then I turned my back on him and all went black. He must have hit me and ran away, said Halvdan.
-SO, you dare to tell me that my two devoted servants drank from the fountain, gained unnatural strength and after that ran away?! said Snow White.
-Indeed, mistress, and one of them shouted “freeeedom” while running. It seems the water has the effect of reversing how you feel before, since it made me and Halvdan realise how gracious you are. We wish to stay with you forever, after drinking from the fountain.
-How do I know you’re not trying to poison me?
-Watch me drink, mistress.
Runar stepped forward with a mug from their backpacks and drank several mugs of water. It tasted quite well for being in Angmar.
-Mr Grumble did drink about three times as much before showing unnatural strength. It tastes very bad but the effect was frightening, said Runar. Should I drink more, so you can witness the effects yourself?
-What…NO! Nobody is to touch the fountain but ME! Unnatural strength, this could be the way to force my way into new markets, she mumbled. Hand me that mug!
Halvdan quckly lifted up the bucket and dipped it into the fountain. He quickly gathered a bucketful of now polluted water, so quickly that it looked like he had just filled an empty bucket with water. Then he ran to Snow White.
-Water for you, mistress, he said. Queen size mugs for the queen.
Snow White kicked the bucket out of his hands.
-Hand me that mug, insubordinate worm!
-Here. Runar was quick to comply.
Snow White began downing mugs of disgusting watery juice.
-What IS this!? It is horrible!
-As I said, said Runar. Sure you don’t want me to drink instead?
-NO! I will be the only one with that kind of strength here!
She kept drinking one more mug, and then two and three and four, grasping the edge of the fountain for support, taking three more, now moving very slowly and having trouble focusing her eyes, downed two more and then fell over and vomited. She tried to crawl back up to the fountain but fell down again, moaning and obviously feeling nothing but sick.
-The mistress is ill, Halvdan shouted with his most commanding voice, get her inside!
The retinue of Snow White hesitated, but then did as he said. They were apparently quite lost without a commanding female voice telling them what to do. Runar and Halvdan quietly walked the other way, out of the mansion.
After sneaking out of the building they sprinted away out of sight, roaring with laughter.
The walk back to the ship was pleasant. It had stopped raining and the air felt warmer.
-Where did you hide the dworc that was following you, asked Halvdan.
-Oh, there were plenty of storerooms to the left in the corridor. No trouble at all.
-Admit that I was right, though. We should have been more cautious.
-Well, now we have had the interesting experience of meeting the Witch-Queen of Angmar herself. And we repelled her by apples, just like in the local folklore.
-Pfef! More like the B i t c h-Queen of Angmar. And she was repelled by apple juice, not apples. Other than that, by all means, an interesting experience, if somewhat dreadful.
-She was kind of charming actually…But I could never get used to that constant commanding and authoritarian thing.
-Have you turned into a Geek, now? Enchanted by the mere sight of Snow White and ready to +rep everything just to see more of her?
-On the contrary. Didn’t I just say that I found her repulsive despite her looks, thus qualifying me for not being a shallow Geek? Personality counts too.
-It certainly does.
They found the captain sitting on a stone near the bridge, the sailors sweating with the task of dragging and pulling the Hungry Freeman into the water on the other side of the bridge.
-Hello Yurii, how are things going, asked Runar.
-We are nearly finished. My crew are strong lads, we have almost dragged the ship the whole way around.
-I hope they enjoyed the exercise.
-What is that supposed to mean?
-What we tried to tell you this morning was that the bridge can be opened.
-How do you mean?
-Look at the wheels and the crane at the side. It is a mechanism to raise the bridge, allowing ships to sail past it. Didn’t you notice?
-Why didn’t you say something!?
-If I recall correctly it was because the captain himself told us landlubbers to stand aside.
-So you mean I have had the ship dragged across the land for the whole day in vain?
-Yep.
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After the unnecessary but presumably strengthening episode around the bridge, the journey went smooth for several days. The river was wide enough to allow travelling during the night as well, although the dwarfs thought it was an unnecessary risk.
After the several days of smooth sailing, the Hungry Freeman met two very troublesome ships, worthy of a whole episode in the story. They were notably smaller than Yuriis ship; long, thin galleys with masses of oars like the legs of some scary insect that crawls down your shirt.
Yurii suddenly ordered everyone on deck and looked nervous. Then he gave the order to set full sail to pass the galleys as quick as possible. His crew complied without question and the dwarfs wondered why he wanted to get away from the other ships so fast. It seemed to them a golden opportunity to ask for directions or any nautical nuisances in the waters ahead, like floating logs or pirates, goblins or overgrown beaver dams.
-They seem to be dromons, said Yurii.
-What are your orders, asked the first mate.
-Get past them and get away as quick as possible.
-With this light breeze, they will surely catch up if they feel for it.
The first mate was right. The longer of the dromons was about to intercept the Hungry Freeman while the smaller one was sailing and rowing parallel to them. Soon the ships were within shouting distance from each other and a voice cried out from the larger ship:
-Drop sail and prepare to be borded!
-Or else!? Yurii was clearly insulted by the demand.
-FIRE SHIP!
-Yurii, must we really fight our way through them, asked Runar. Why not try to negotiate first?
-And how do we know that they will accept to negotiate at all?
-Why not ask them to start with?
-…..
-Who are you and what is your purpose here?! Yurii shouted.
-This is the Complete Byzantine Fifth Fleet, of the Complete Byzantine Unit Roster, under the command of strategos Ammonius Komnenos.
Yurii went pale as he heard the last words. He ordered the sails to be dropped and then looked around as if searching for a hiding place.
-Do you know that guy, asked Halvdan.
-Yes! He must not know that I am here. I have to hide! Where? You two! You must handle the negotiations! Ammonius must never know that I am in command of this vessel.
-Am I to assume, that we have your full authority to strike any deal on your behalf, within the mentioned limitations, asked Runar in true diplomatic fashion.
-Yes! Get to it!
-Right.
Runar stepped forward to the starboard side.
-Let us anchor near the shore and discuss this! There is no point in engaging in a battle over this!
-What do you mean!?
-Discussion!? Talk!? Conversation!? Parley!?
-Parley!?
-Yes!
-Of course! See you at the shore!
-Weird. As soon as you said the word parley everyone became cooperative and friendly at once, said Halvdan.
-It must be something with sailors and seafarers. The word parley must have some sort of magical effect on them.
The two fleets anchored and Runar and Halvdan went ashore, being the representatives of the Hungry Freeman. The dromon near them launched a small party consisting of a general with a few retainers. They carried a purple banner with some yellow symbol consisting of yellow bars crossed and with some twists at the ends. It was all described in a section consisting of the word consisting far too many times.
Ammonius Komnenos approached, apparently confident and arrogant.
-Hail foreign dignitaries!
-Hail foreign general! This was more like it, Runar thought. A proper pompous diplomatic session!
-I am Ammonius Komnenos, strategos and commander of the Complete Byzantine Fifth Fleet.
-I am Runar, emissary of Erebor and representative of King Dain. We are travelling west, on our way to Eriador. May I ask why you have demanded to board us?
-That is just something we always do. We have to uphold the imperialness of the empire.
-What empire? The Byzantine Empire, is it?
-ROMAN! NOT byzantine!
-Sorry, I just thought that since all your things are called “Complete Byzantine” something that the empire was called Byzantine as well.
-Only by the very inattentive and ignorant laymen. We are of course the Roman Empire. We are an expedition force sent across the seas under order from the Caesar himself. His Majesty Caesar Clivus has ordered us to find an alternative route into Scandinavia. We were told there was a Finnish town near here so this must be Finland?
-Finland? I have never heard of it.
-But the town named Pitkäranta is undoubtly Finnish. It has to be. This is at least Scandinavia, isn’t it?
-This is Angmar, part of Middle Earth.
-Damn! You see, the mighty Caesar Clivus has sent the whole Complete Byzantine Unit Roster, whose very creation he took personal part in, to conquer the Baltic Sea and it’s surrounding countries. Most particularly the Swedes. Alas, the terrain in Sweden is unsuitable for cavalry so we have had great trouble with their peasant levy. We have been fighting the Battle for the Baltic for ages now. So, we were sent to find an alternative rout to attack but it seems that we are a little lost.
-A little. Could happen to anyone. The western sea is strange. Sometimes it leads to ethereal realms like Valinor and sometimes just to other places in Middle Earth. If you don’t mind me asking, what is the Battle for the Baltic about? What started such a long war?
-It was the insolence of the Swedes! They dared to not be impressed when we told them of the Scholarii, the pride of the empire. The heaviest cavalry known to the world, wearing five layers of armour mounted on fully armoured horses! And the Swedes didn’t care. They ignored it totally. Such insolence!
-I don’t understand. You field heavy cataphracts. So?
-What!? Surely you must be impressed by how well armoured they are? Listen, five layers of armour.
-The easterlings field cataphract cavalry too. That’s nothing to shout about. They have heavy cavalry and so do you. So what?
-Barbarian! You should be obsessed with the Roman Empire just like all decent people are. Especially the legendary Scholarii and the Varangian Guard should make you starstruck with awe.
-So what’s the Varangian guard?
-The most famous of all Byzantine units, mercenaries from the Rus, Scandinavians and Anglosaxons. Two-handed axemen.
-Let me get this straight: Your most famous unit is a…mercenary company from abroad? Hailing partially from the very region you try in vain to conquer? That doesn’t sound very sensible. Why on earth are mercenaries your elite force?
-All the native ones have bonds to the rebellious nobles. Our emperor must use foreign troops lest he would risk being overthrown.
-You know, your empire doesn’t sound very impressive at all. Can we continue sailing now?
-Barbarian! Ignorant scum! Fine, take your filthy ship and leave!
-You sound a bit like an elf now. Have you ever met an irritable one named Skaldir?
-Begone you uneducated peasant! I have no time for someone who fails so completely to appreciate the awesomeness of the Roman Empire!
-Then why don’t you follow the river upstream for some days. When you reach a bridge, walk north to a large orchard. There you will find a lovely lady who will be most interested in all things imperial.
-Hmpf! I’ll do that, then. Goodbye!
-Goodbye, Strategos Ammonium Come-near-us!
-Ammonius Komnenos!
Runar chuckled all the way back to the ship. It had been long since he had this much fun. Halvdan was very amused too but for the third time in the chapter he wondered if not a more cautious approach had been wiser. The Byzantines…hrm…Romans of course, did after all have that fire ship. However, all went well and they soon lost sight of the Complete Byzantine Fifth Fleet. The dwarfs took the opportunity to ask Yurii about why he feared Ammonius Komnenos.
-Long story. I once cheated him of a city he tried to conquer. He has held a grudge against me for all time since then. They are bitter fellows, those Byzantines.
-ROMANS! A voice echoed from far away. |