The Coronation of Aldfrith of Lindsey
The forest was, at this time of year, bright and grey not alike the colour of the clover, but instead resembled stones. The rain fell, with the trees just barely being alive, and the spring was coming. Small flowers popped up from the muddy soil while a small fox ran in between the trees, hunting. And out of a sudden, it stood still, looking at something appearing on the nearby path; and it fled, hiding in the bushes of the woods.
A small band of men walked steadfast on the path, moving between these trees. They counted seven, two being dressed in fine fur coats and dyed hats, and five being armed with wooden shields and weapons. The group marched, the two fur-dressed personages speaking loudly to each other, appearantly in a very excited discussion. One of them was a tall, skinny man with bright eyes, a large nose and long hair, the other one was more chubby, a medium-sized, muscular person with a short unruly haircut and dyed leggings. The tall one exclaimed with a long pause afterwards:
"They almost took away my daughter because of the depts I owe them. I have no goods to give them anymore. I wish that the king would soon do something about those vile brigands."
"Well," the chubby man answered, "I think that is also why we have been called for the meeting, I believe he has apologies for the treatment he have given us." He looked towards the sky and then looked down to his feet. "The rain will stop soon."
"Dear friend, I don not think that the king has plans regarding those bastards," the tall one said, "They are not even his house, those Géankin."
"What do you mean, Fritswel?"
"Well, when they came to me, they said that the king had become too old to rule and that the lord of Melbiery should be declared the next king. I do not like him, apologies to Medbrynth, but he is a bit rude. King Eldwron is at least polite, and remember that he has always supported our interests."
"But they was very clear to me that they were under the rule of Eldwron?" the chubby man said.
"Well, that is what they say at first," tall Fritswel answered, "But as they have been at my keep many times during the winter, drinking my dear wine, I managed to speak with a young soldier, drunk as he was. He said that they were in the employment of Gearth of Melbiery, not the king."
"Excuse me, my lords, but we are at Linnus Keep," one of their guards said.
In the distance, a small stronghold of stone could be spotted. The tall Fritswel and his chubby friend stood for a minute, then proceeded to the hold of their king Eldwron. The last steps were not as difficult as the first ones, as there was a clearance in the area of the keep. The mud was cooling their feet still, and Fritswel sneezed.
The dark halls of the keep were lit by torches hanging on the stone walls. Several people sat in the hall, on chairs surrounding a large rectangular table, with food and drinks ahead of them. The darkness was not that blinding though, both Fritswel and his friend could see the shocking sight in the other side of the room: a wooden coffin lied there, presenting the corpse of their great king Eldwron. Beside it, his son Aldfrith was standing, looking at the newcomers to the castle. Aldfrith spoke:
"Finally you have made it here, my friends. Everone, these are Fritswel of Ledelsawn and Kurt of Beorsogna. Please take your seats, gentlemen."
Fritswel and Kurt sat down on the chairs, awaiting further notations - now they knew why they were called to the court. The king was dead. Kurt took his cup and drank a sip of wine.
"I guess you have all wondered why I have called such a hasty meeting to the royal court, dear sirs," Aldfrith said, "And I presume that all of you have, as well, decided that it was because of my father, the king's, death when you saw his silent coffin behind me. Both are true, and we have the task to elect our next king today, but that is not our sole purpose."
The lords around the table nod, some were paying the prince all of their attention, whilst one picked his nose.
"Well, I guess you have all heard, and felt, the raids and robberies of sudden extra taxations from my father, his soldiers stealing from your homes," Aldfrith continued, with several of the lords becoming dangerously silent, and some growled a bit. One of them stood forth and roared at Aldfrith:
"He has had no rights whatsoever to do these robberies of our coffers! His so-called 'rule' has no boon except for himself!"
Aldfrith looked at the man, shaking his head.
"No, he had no right to do these things. I have examined the situation though, and I know one thing, at least: He did not pay these soldiers. Our coffers have stayed the same size throughout the winter, in which these raids happened. And I do also know that my father was poisoned, he did not die in peace."
The whole lordship of Lindsey looked at Aldfrith now; the previously roaring lord had his eyes wide open, his jaw was dropped.
"Our maid fed our hound with the leftovers from his last meal, and it passed away as well. We therefore know that somebody is reaching for the throne. And I know who."
The standing lord took a couple of steps backwards, away from the prince - his face was sweaty. "He is a liar!"
Aldfrith's face was red with rage as he drew a heavy axe. The crowd cheered; Kurt and Fritswel yelled at the standing lord. The lord Gearth of Melbiery began running toward the exit. "Briarn!" Aldfrith yelled, and a heavy man appeared in the doorway, clubbing down the lord with an iron mace. Aldfrith jumped over the table, and as the crowd cheered, he roaringly found the lying body of Gearth, and began chopping it with his axe. With the blood still being on his weapon, he rose and looked at the lords: "Now, my friends, who is the new king?"
The applause was almost without end. The lords of the table were happy that the source of the brigands were finally found and taken care of - the ruler should be strong, and strong Aldfrith was. He was named king of Lindsey in the name of the god of the sun, Illyn, like his father was.