OOC:
Oh, darn. Forgot to post that chapter...
As per Vanadorn's request, Viking Britain.
And as for China, well, alex, I have some things in store for it long-term. In the short-term, we'll see.
IC:
Chapter Eighty Five.
We parted with Viking Britain in 968, when in the naval battle at Rejkjavik King Olrik I died. At first, it seemed as if Viking Britain would collapse into a civil war AGAIN just after the end of the first one, but despite the initial concerns and the "great exodus" of several Celtic and Saxon clans that feared retribution at the hands of the new king, Olrik II. They fled to Vinland, despite the stormy (but by now somewhat charted) seas. But Olrik II, ofcourse, didn't care. He accepted the loss of Vinland, he also accepted the fact that his father's ideas about killing off a large part of population were unpractical but also extremelly silly. Olrik II was one of the new generation, that was slightly more assimilated, more trade-minded and less warlike.
Olrik II's rule was a time of - despite the early risings and instability - peace. Olrik II would go down in history as "the Just", and, miracilously for any age of human history, it was well-deserveed. He worked tirelessly to settle disputes, to hear out petitions, to give judgement. For many years to come, the "Olrikslaw" was to form the core of Viking British law system. Courtyards were built, young bloodthirsty nobles were put in check. This was also a time of quiet, stable prosperity, as trade picked up with Magyar realms, with the Western Caliphate (and, after its collapse, with League of Cordova), even with Brittany. As peace settled over the land, the trade potential was being realized, especially as all those sheep were put to good use - wool export became the base of Viking British economy.
Another interesting thing about Olrik II was that he was a Christian, and to boot not a one of Scandinavian stock. His faith could be said to be almost-Catholic, with slight differences; he became interested in it from his youth, when he was looked after by a Catholic slave. This shocked many of his more haughty and noble subjects, but eventually even they learned to not care about it. After all, his Christianity was a very private matter and it hardly influenced any decisions; a famous legend speaks about a wealthy Christian noble, Ulrik, who seeked to rob the poorer Nordic pagan noble, Olaf, of much of his lands. He thought that the king's Christianity would help him, and appealed privately to the king; but the king said that it matters not who his subjects are, Christian or pagan, as long as they are loyal to him and to each other. He held court and determined that not only does Olaf have the right to all of his lands, but also that (how did he find that out is unknown) Ulrik's men were constantly stealing sheep. Humiliated, Ulrik was forced to give Olaf all the sheep back, and as for those sheep already eaten, he would have to give his own. And Olaf lived happily ever after, while as for Ulrik, some legends imply that he was so enraged that he tried to kill Olrik while he was hunting, but was given away by the birds when in ambush (either that, either he was noticed by a faithful servant who was doing something near that very bush) and was apprehended, and... well, he didn't quite live for long, not saying much about living happily ever after. Olrik was popular, you see, and his "knights" (for lack of a better word) were ready to die for him, which implied they didn't mind killing for him neither.
But I digress.
The warlike nobles plotted and schemed, but none dared attack the king, who was so popular with the common folk. They waited for him to die. But Olrik II persisted in not dying, until 1009. In 1009, his son Erik II, a weak if well-meaning monarch, came to power. He was influenced strongly by his nobles, who now no longer seeked petty raids that they enjoyed before Olrik. No, their minds were put to a more honorable task. Task of conquest, conquest of the hated Brittany.
But first, they needed to go and massacre some Celts back at home. Grrr, treacherous Celts...