Rise of Rurik

Princess Pecheneg arrived in Novgorod with the business group, and the king was going to marry her. The good news was spread, and thousands of people, with strong curiosity, wanted to see how beautiful the woman was.

The joyful atmosphere continued to permeate. It is said that the Slavic people did not think that the king marrying a prairie woman was a particularly great thing, and they overall seemed indifferent.

Although all the Russian immigrants, including the old Russians, feel that there are happy things in this world, they are not so happy that they forget themselves.

After all, the Pechenegs were merchants from distant places. They might be a powerful country, but they had no power in the territory of Rus. This marriage is more like a distant country contributing female nobles to buy the reward of the King of Rus. The marriage is for the convenience of business.

There was a strange feeling hidden in the happy atmosphere. After all, it was the new marriage chosen by King Rurik, and the people still wanted to support it.

When the news reached the queen's ears, Svetlana felt like a stone was weighing on her heart. As a queen, she really doesn't want her man to look for women again, even if this is a political marriage.

She could accept her husband's close solitude with Carlotta's sister, because Carlotta had her own fief, was a trustworthy person, and would not involve the core of power.

How about the newly arrived Princess Pecheneg?

She had to be more vigilant.

During the calm and cold day, she took her son Osborne and played with several of his brothers. The four boys, Reglaf, Karl Ostara, Oleg and Osborne, are half-brothers, but none of them call Queen Svetlana their mother. Osborne could just mutter some phrases and could barely stand up with the help of an adult. And the eldest Regraf has learned to run and talks non-stop.

Novgorod is her natal home, and no one thinks it is inappropriate to live in her natal home and raise a group of children.

Her father, Rigus, seemed to be an old guy with only one breath left to hang on, and he was also happy to see his little daughter go crazy with a group of boys.

The boys were building a snowman in the courtyard, and Lana sat watching while holding Osborne, who was wrapped like a rice dumpling.

Some maids were waiting aside, but suddenly a maid rushed in hastily, breaking the fun between the boys.

"Madam! The king is here!" The maid who broke in suddenly said on her knees.

Suddenly, a snow bomb hit the maid's head, and Regraf, who threw the snow bomb, pointed and laughed. Looking at the other boys, seeing how cool their eldest brother was, they started dancing and laughing.

Lanna gave a fierce look and drove away the naughty children.

"I understand." She said, "Please step back first. Get the snow out of your hair."

Rurik came here just to have a good chat with the queen, to find out her attitude, and to persuade her if she had any dissatisfaction. He also came here specifically to see his sons. After all, by chance, all four of his existing sons were temporarily handed over to the queen's care.

When he arrived, the queen had already retired to her chamber.

Still holding her biological son Osborne, she directed the other three boys to stand in a row.

Rurik stood in the room like a giant. He looked down at the tiger-headed Reglaf, and then at Karl and Oleg who were standing a little swaying.

"You brats, how can you be soldiers if you can't stand still? Stand at attention."

He gave the order, and he saw Regraf straining his smile and trying hard to suppress his laughter, as tight as a steel bar. Seeing their elder brother acting like this, Oleg and Karl slowed down a beat to imitate his example.

Rurik was overjoyed by the antics of his sons. He stroked their heads one by one, lifted them up and hugged them one by one, urging them to play.

The older boy jumped up and ran away, and Rurik finally sat down next to his real wife.

He teased his prince Osborne and enjoyed his son's babbling laughter.

"Ojia looks more and more like you." Lanna said dreamily.

"Indeed. You...are still so beautiful."

Rurik kissed the queen's cheek and whispered softly: "Everyone says that I am a bull, and I am indeed. I will still accompany you tonight. We must create another one for Osborne Slav. younger brother."

"I..." Lana nodded with a smile on her face, some words rushed to her throat, but she was not in a hurry when Rurik said this.

…

This night, the queen was compensated, she was satisfied, and Rurik didn't even have to say it himself. She was the one who mentioned it first. She snuggled into the king's arms: "I saw Beyathil when they came. She is not bad, but her eyes cannot fool me. She is not a weak woman."

"I know. She has killed people. You also know that those grassland people live in an environment surrounded by powerful enemies. A female noble must be a female warrior. Lana, you are very good. You shot and killed enemies when you were twelve years old. Now, all the Varangians recognize you as a female warrior."

"Okay. So...how do you want to treat her? This matter is very important."

"Of course she will be included in the king's harem, and you will also be her sister. But don't worry, I will arrange her to the side. Lana, I know what you are worried about, and I will not force you to talk about it. Come out. No matter how good your words are, it’s not as good as taking actual actions, isn’t it?”

Rurik's hints have become closer to explicit. As the queen, the easiest way for Lanna to stabilize her power is that the mother is more valuable than the son. As long as she gives birth to more sons, her position will become more stable.

While the queen was comforted, in the next wedding, Queen Svetlana must attend in a noble and extremely special capacity.

Her only purpose in participating in this was to declare to Bayahir that she was the true queen of the palace. Even during the wedding, all of Rurik's wives and concubines left in Novgorod will participate, and no one will be more gorgeously dressed than Svetlana.

The wedding of the king and Princess Pecheneg will be a political show, and the royal queen of the Slavic ethnic group will take this opportunity to once again strengthen her status. This move was seen as an extremely large Slavic population, because they were all conquered by the Vikings, and they needed to have something glorious to comfort themselves in order to be conducive to the rule of King Rurik.

At the same time, Bayahir, who didn't have many ideas, was being disciplined by his eldest brother Kagan.

There are a lot of glass beads hanging in her braid, and there are a lot of gems hanging on her body. She was dressed up very beautifully, and even the two personal maids from the prairie put on beautiful clothes in the honor of their master.

Kagan had heard of the wedding ceremony of the Rus and other people in the Far North, in which the groom gave the bride a sword and both of them swore to their gods. Similar ceremonies did not exist among the Pechenegs.

Pecheneg has its own customs. The groom must ride a horse to marry his wife, and the wife must dress in fine clothes and leave in the pain of her natal family. Crying to get married is a special ritual. As a daughter of a noble, it is just a ritual. For commoners, it is completely ignored. The groom will personally hold his wife and ride a horse while swaggering around the tribe's battalion commanders. The groom's family also sends a group of strong young men to protect the bride on horseback, just to prevent a fierce man from suddenly coming out to steal the marriage.

Tomorrow is her wedding day. Staying in her own residence, Beyah Hill sat quietly. She was so nervous that she felt no sleepiness. After all, she took a nap for a while and was awakened by the intrusion of her elder brother Kagan.

Here, the eldest brother Kagan is like a father. When he thinks that he will become a Russian after getting married and has nothing to do with his prairie homeland in principle, a strong sadness pours into his heart.

Goodbye brother, two lines of hot tears suddenly burst out of his eyes.

"You...why are you crying? It's obviously a day when everyone is happy."

"But, after this year, I will be a Russian."

"Isn't this bad? This is your fate. Don't forget our agreement."

Beyathil nodded vigorously. Her current happiness and sadness were intertwined, and she faced her marriage bravely.

She walked out of her residence, a huge colorful hood covering her cheeks. She ended up wearing a patterned dress from her hometown and jewelry given by her father. She was personally supported by her eldest brother Kagan and escorted by as many as 200 Pecheneg cavalry in the same costumes, waiting for the groom to come to welcome her.

Before that, Kagan and Rurik had already discussed the wedding, and both parties reached a consensus on the costume parade. As for the implementation of the Viking-style wedding ceremony in the evening, it was another matter.

The sound of horse hooves and the ringing of bells are getting closer and closer, and Rurik in full costume comes riding a horse.

As many as five hundred Russian cavalry took this opportunity to assemble. They were demonstrating the king's nobility, demonstrating the power of the Russian military to the Pechenegs, and also giving Bayasil great dignity.

The golden light of the morning sun shines on the pale earth. The climate is very cold, and the sun shines on the face with a immersive warmth. The horses were panting in a thick white mist, and all the riders were wearing huge velvet hats of different styles, and their breathing was also filled with mist.

Seven to eight hundred cavalrymen suddenly gathered in a small area in the city, and there was a lively excitement accompanied by the neighing of horses.

The fierce noise attracted people all over the city to come out of their homes. No matter what everyone thought of the Pecheneg bride, who didn't like the lively scene?

After all, this matter was a big deal. The boyar nobles from various farms who were here for the meeting took the opportunity to walk out of the official residence to observe the king's wedding.

Those young soldiers of the standing army took action in advance holding flagpoles. They acted as pacesetters and formed formations on both sides of the designed parade road. They wore uniform flags and stood in the same uniform manner. At first glance, they seemed to be organized purely by manpower. Corridor.

All men and women in the city are required to wear their most gorgeous clothes. If they are able, men must wear armor and show themselves as warriors.

The old Russian immigrants living in Mstisk and Youth City who had already received the news came out in full force. Many of them will make new achievements in this year's expedition, and now they all come to support the king's wedding.

Applause is actually secondary. Arik received special instructions from his king's brother. The essence was to select all the men over twelve years old in Mstisk, or the boys who were not very old but already very tall (the first batch of mixed-race children). ), in principle they were all fresh blood of the First Banner Corps, so they entered the city of Novgorod as warriors to show off their muscles to the future Khan Kagan of Pecheneg. Naturally, the name given to the outside world is the glory of the grassland princess Beja Sil.

If Kagan couldn't understand these tricks of Rurik, he wouldn't be worthy of being a khan. He knew very well that the Russians were about to launch an expedition, and he also wanted to know the true military strength of his friends in the far north.

Now King Rurik arrives in person!

The horn began to blow, followed by the beating of the leather drum.

Rurik brought a band trained by Nolen this time, and they played cheerful tunes to heighten the joyful atmosphere.

Rurik dismounted quickly and walked into the gorgeous woman wearing a hijab with surveillance steps.

At this moment, the soldiers on both sides had begun to boo. The Ross cavalry and the accompanying infantry were shouting wildly and banging their shields. The Pecheneg soldiers raised their lances and swords and shouted at the top of their lungs.

Such a lively scene was only for one person. Under the hood, Beyahil's eyes were filled with tears. She was waiting for her man to take off the hood.

Destiny has arrived!

Rurik leaned forward and lifted up the gorgeous floral cloth attached to the girl's head, revealing her small cheeks.

"Beya Sil, follow me."

She nodded, tears of excitement welling up uncontrollably.

Rurik leaned down and picked him up. As expected, this young and naturally short prairie noblewoman picked it up easily.

The king took off his hat and instead wore his golden laurel crown on his golden ponytail. Sitting in front of Rurik was his new wife, Bayashir, but according to the agreement, she would continue to cover her head until the end of the parade.

Everyone wanted to see the face of the prairie princess, but the onlookers were disappointed.

The people were not at a loss. They saw the king's nobility and honor, as well as the overwhelming number of costumed cavalry behind him. The Ross cavalry are extremely gorgeously dressed, with uniform bearskin decorated with glass beads and blue cloth ribbons, iron helmets decorated with down, and dyed wild goose feathers on the top of the helmet. In comparison, the Pecheneg cavalry's equipment is inferior, and their clothing is on par with the Ross cavalry. They also have their own unique features. Each one of them wears a ferocious iron mask, like a monster emerging from the forest.

When the cavalry arrived, the people cheered and cheered, and quite a few whistled and banged on their shields, making as much noise as possible.

Through the gap in the hood, Beyah Hill could slightly see the scenery outside. She vaguely saw the dense crowd and the buildings behind them. All this scenery is completely different from what I saw in my hometown on the prairie. Compared with the vastness of the tents on the prairie, the city of Novgorod seems cramped.

Unlike Novorosberg, Novgorod is a city built on the basis of the old White Tree Manor. The internal lanes are narrow and complicated, but the roads built around the circular city wall are wide and have hardened roads.

Rurik deliberately controlled the speed, and the cruise took a lot of time. At one time, more than 30,000 people poured into the city. Everyone came to join in the fun. The king could not let down the needs of the people.

He was very happy that so many people came at once. Even if he gave Beyathil dignity, he must have deeply shocked Kagan, right?

Indeed, Kagan never thought that this not-so-familiar Novgorod could have such a large population. He didn't know how many people came, but he just looked around and saw people wearing huge velvet hats everywhere. They were dressed so thickly that at first glance it was impossible to tell whether they were male or female. There are also a large number of children mixed in with the crowd, which is unimaginable in the grassland.

He could clearly see a large number of people dressed as soldiers, with their spearheads pointing towards the blue sky. It really looked like there were soldiers on both sides of the road.

"Rurik, is this part of your strength? I really can't believe..."

Kagan no longer dares to think about it anymore. He is very lucky that he has a bloody relationship with the King of Ross. It is great to be a substantial ally here.

The highlight of the Pecheneg wedding is the horseback riding parade. According to their etiquette, after a big meal at night, the groom can enter the big tent with his mother in his arms. And according to the rules, the groom's mother will check the bride's body the next day to make sure that the couple really had sex.

Some of the etiquette of the old Russians are similar to that of the Pechenegs. The pursuit of more children is a simple pursuit. The Russians have a special feature, which greatly emphasizes the drama of newlyweds paying tribute to the gods.

The Pecheneg-style wedding has come to an end, but things are far from over. The Viking-style wedding officially begins in the evening!

Beyathil took off her prairie attire, and she officially met Svetlana, the real queen of the Kingdom of Rus, as well as the king's many wives and concubines.

There is a strict hierarchy in the harem here, but the relationship between the queen and the concubines is quite harmonious. Even the ten lowest concubines can only be regarded as footnotes now.

Svetlana's gorgeous makeup was better than anyone else. She was much taller than Beyashil. She greeted her in the Turkic Pecheneg dialect that she suddenly learned, and she just held up a rugged horn cup inherited from the ancestors of Old Rus. , presented ale mixed with honey, and presented it to Beyathil.

This is the rule of the Varangians. Only after drinking this glass of wine can you be accepted as a sister by the king's other wives and concubines.

Beyathil took it with both hands and drank it all in front of them.

She obeyed the instructions of her eldest brother Kagan, and this time she behaved with great respect for the queen, and she was also respectful to the other concubines. She returned the empty horn cup and stumblingly said some respectful greetings in Norse.

"Very good. Sister, she said the same thing as you." Lana looked into the eyes of Carlotta beside her and said.

"Beya Sil will be a smart sister. When everything is over, I will take her to the south."

Carlotta took the opportunity to emphasize again that Rurik's eighteenth new wife was destined to leave the center of power.

The real highlight of the wedding is behind the scenes, where Rurik is preparing for traditional Viking etiquette.

The high priest Lumia is overdoing it, and the deputy priest Lumia has been moved to the Uppsala Temple. The person who now has the status of the third priest is actually Queen Svetlana!

Although it was very magical, the queen completely became the master of ceremonies at this wedding.

Bejahir put on the plain robes of a Viking and put on a crown made of pine branches, decorated with a large number of agate, lapis lazuli and glass beads.

She felt her body was so cold that she was shivering, and she had to endure it when she saw that her man Rurik was dressed simply and smartly.

It was the first time she felt the extreme cold in the Far North and was surprised by the toughness and roughness of the people here. I was even more surprised that the wedding priest was actually the queen!

In the end, Rurik's gem-encrusted dagger was ceremoniously held in Beyathil's hand, and the sharp blade pointed directly at the night sky.

Rurik held her arm while she repeated the Norse vows spoken by Lanna. The meaning of the oath is very simple. If you pick up this sword, you will give birth to a brave warrior for your husband. As for the sword pointing to the sky, she wanted to swear to the Nordic gods, especially Odin, that she would be a good woman.

A grand banquet begins with the conclusion of the Viking wedding ceremony.

Rurik prepared a sumptuous banquet, which was ceremonially smaller than the one used to marry the queen.

He can control his drinking and carry his bride into the bridal chamber on the occasion of the night god.

Everything was fate. Beyathil felt like a tamed pony. She was also as powerful as King Rus. She finally became a woman this night.

But for her, everything has just begun.

"You actually killed the enemy." After the joy, Rurik suddenly said in Turkic language.

Beyathil, who was still excited, was startled and wanted to sit up.

"Keep lying down. Find Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuan.com Beiyashir, you are a female warrior, your brother told me."

"Yes...but..."

"I know. You are not a weak woman. You want me to think highly of you, and I... do need you."

Like an arrow piercing his heart, Beyathil nodded repeatedly under the dim light of the oil lamp. She was very surprised that she could understand what her man said. Everything must be fate, and it was wonderful to be recognized by her husband as a female warrior.

"Will I be Valkyrie?" she asked.

"ah?"

"A female warrior."

"Of course. I just want you as a female warrior. You are highly recommended by Carlotta. You will be special too."

Rurik was hugged tightly by his new wife. Tonight, Beyakhir, the princess of the Pecheneg Khanate, felt that she was the happiest woman.

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