24th Góa 855
þordisrike, Björnland
Stuck.
þordis sighed as the travelers finished their tale. There was no ocean south of the Freyjalag, merely a lake. A truly enormous one if the travelers' accounts were accurate but a lake nonetheless. Valdemar's crowning act of idiocy has trapped us. With the Knowledge of Ironworking spreading south and the growing chaos on Vinland that somehow now included Skraelings preaching of worshipping Baldr at the expense of all else including their own Moon and Sun duality[1], Björnland would soon become a less and less attractive prospect for potential settlers. Too few people and the Jarldom would collapse and fade into memory. Cattle and Pigs could be bred quickly enough that famine is unlikely but we need much more horses
Dismissing the travelers and their new thralls, she resisted the urge to pinch her nose. We need something to attract settlers that nowhere else offers. Rising from her would-be throne she left the Longhouse and made her way further into town heading towards the market stalls. Lack of Horses isn't a huge problem, at worst someone can be 30 rôst[2] from water and can sail but that would worsen the problem. Knarrs are no match for Longships and þora[3] would be at the mercy of Vinland and Thokeyjar and we can't rely on Vikings to keep visiting - they tend not to settle here.
Adopting some of the Freyjalag practices could work short term but that could quickly draw us into conflict with the Penobscot and then that loose alliance on the Atlantic lands of Utaneyjar. Adopting some Innu practices would be defeat, they flee this place in winter
The market stalls were well stocked with the now normal daily products that had grown to include wild rice, tobacco or alcohol. Some of the stalls were selling those rather unnerving faceless dolls, near the centre however she saw a crowd begin to gather. Curious, she paused near the edge to get a better view of what was going on, too close and she would simply be lost in the crowd and see nothing.
"Here to quell the coming chaos, my Jarl?" A sweet voice asked from behind her.
"Ylva" She smiled as turned around to face the blonde woman that half the Jarldom suspected she was more than fond of. "What chaos is this?"
"Ingjolfr has been selling frozen produce for a few days now. He said yesterday that he would be selling Skÿr today and this is the result" Gesturing at the crowd.
"Frozen? Skÿr? Elska, it's Góa. The ice is melting"
"Yes, he said something like that with his first sales and don't call me that in public." A scowl crossed her features emphasising her pox scar. "People will start to talk."
"People already talk" þordis replied quietly keep them wealthy enough and that's all they'll do, thankfully. This far into my reign, the Karls are unlikely to go looking for Erik . The people born here had only second-hand knowledge of the Kvidr that had saw her made Jarl, and with the Freyjalag so close it had been easy for rumours to spread that cast doubt on her Uncle's sanity and a few on the unsuitability of men as Jarls. A Jarl is bound to one location but men are explorers, traders, blah blah. She had been careful not to be too all-encompassing. Give the subject of a rumour too wide a range and it would just fizzle and die out. Or so she held
"Yes and while you may have prote- no, no. We can talk about this later, for now lets see if whatever fjölkyngi[4] he employed still holds today."
Turning back towards the stall, she customers walking away with what she assumed was indeed Skÿr. It was rather hard to tell at such a distance. She watched for a while as the crowd waxed and waned. Eventually the merchant declared that he had sold out today but would have more tomorrow.
Rationing his supplies perhaps? But how is he keeping them frozen? This bears investigation. Can he keep food frozen through summer?
Parting with Ylva for the time being she headed back towards the Longhouse. If whatever he was doing could keep food frozen year round, they would be much less reliant on imports from Vinland or Thokeyjar. More food meant more people and more people meant more people able to grow more food. That still leaves the problem of Horses however, probably worsens it
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[1] Beothuk religion is difficult to reconstruct but a Sun/Moon theme seems to be prominent
[2] Norse measure of distance roughly equivalent to 1 mile
[3] þordis' daughter and presumptive heir
[4] Norse for Magic, Ingjolfr isn't using magic but people don't know that.