Eric Olafson, Neo Viking Vol. 01

Of course he had to kill Ilva too but that is what Gretel wanted anyway and then she could move to the Burg and be his wife.

Carl was sitting at the family table in Hogun's Inn.

Hogun came out of the kitchen and placed a truly huge plate before the man.

"This is called a Viking Shield and is my most popular dish. Grilled Tyranno Fin steak, crisp fried Fangsnapper loin strips, mashed seaweed buds, fresh Nilfeheim bread. That bowl in the middle filled with Tyranno Fin stew, dig in!"

"You tell me one single human being can eat that? It's enough to feed a family of Boloth."

"I just had one for breakfast."

Hogun also served a big mug of beer. "This Olafson Ale, my own family makes it."

Carl started eating and rolled his eyes. "Oh sweet Lord, this is good."

Hogun also sat down and put his elbows on the table and watched with pride as his Off World friend ate with obvious delight. "Now if it is not my business tell me, but I am sure surprised to run into you. It doesn't surprise me that it was South Down where we met, but you on Nilfeheim?"

Carl tried to manage a huge chunk of meat, he had just forked into his mouth. He held up his hand while he was chewing.

Hogun grinned and took a sip of his own mug of ale.

Finally Carl swallowed and pointed at the meat. "You could make a killing with that on the XChange you know."

He too took a swallow of the Ale and grimaced. "This stuff on the other hand is, no offense to your family, only good for cleaning deckplates."

"It's an acquired taste. I get you some Holstein Pilsner."

Carl nodded. "A cold beer, yes that be the thing."

Hogun and Carl were alone; at this hour even the most persistent patrons had staggered home. Solken, the local sun, was already lingering behind the distant horizon, too distant to really brighten the day or to lessen the freezing conditions.

Carl said. "I ran into your old gang about six standard month ago. Ever since we took down the Renegade Dai on Saragon together we are sort of friends, but you know that of course as it was you who saved my bacon."

Hogun placed a big tankard of cold beer on the table. "Yes I remember."

"Well Rathuur told me that you are no longer with them and quit the Merc business for good."

Curt stuffed another piece of meat in his mouth, this time not big enough to make him stop talking. "About eight weeks ago, I tracked a Shaill drug dealer with a sizeable bounty to a planet in the neighborhood. Anyway I completed the contract, but what Rathuur told me about you kept make me think if it wasn't time for me to quit that business as well.

You know that rolling stone existence is getting old. Always on the move with no place to call home.

Long story short, since I was in the neighborhood and remembered you telling me about Nilfeheim, I decided to drop by and maybe stay a while perhaps even for good."

Hogun spread his hands. "It's not the most exciting place and what we have in terms of nightlife you already know, but if you look for a place, this cold ball of ice has its charms."

Carl pointed at the plate he actually had almost finished. "None of the least very good food."

"Got a place to stay?"

"Well I have my things at the local Portel and had some fun with a girl all in furs last night. I was planning to find a local real estate agent today."

"We don't have real estate agents on Nilfeheim. There is a list of places for rent or sale posted in the Town Hall, but this Inn of mine is big, and there is a spacious apartment under the roof. Nothing fancy, very basic tech but clean and comes with board, the kitchen is always open."

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Prelude Part 5: Birth

October 4999, OTT

Erik Gustav had arrived once more on the planet of his birth. This time he had not taken the Space Bus, but arrived with his own brand new luxury yacht, the Silver Falcon.

A terrible snow storm obscured everything behind a whirling flurry of white. The two massive snow removers fought a losing battle. The Clarion 7, his seventy meter yacht, had just landed and already wore a thick cover of snow and so did the Volvo Flier that waited not far from the landing ramp.

He girded Mjördaren and then stomped through the snow and the bitter cold wind. A figure thickly wrapped in furs stood by the flier and greeted him with a muffled voice. "Hail Lord of the Ragnarsson clan and welcome home."

Erik Gustav knew of course who the man was and recognized the muffled voice. "Hail Orkning it is good to be home indeed."

Erik Gustav climbed into the flier and so did his trusted warrior. Reinhold, another retainer, sat behind the controls. Erik Gustav greeted the usually very silent man and realized how fast he had gotten used to the always mild weather of Pluribus, as he was glad to be inside the flier. He settled into the leathers and then he noticed the flier's bar had been forcefully opened.

"Orkning what has caused this damage?"

"The brutish Isegrim, thinking he owns all that is Ragnarsson my Liege. He uses what he wants and what is locked away he breaks. He commands, gives orders and yet not even the Elders have confirmed him as the new Chief of the Olafsons.

It is not just this compartment he has damaged. Much has been destroyed, tarnished and besmirched because our own lord decreed that we must bow to creatures we should exterminate instead!"

Erik Gustav sighed. "Volund was an honest and true Viking and I saw so much promise in this union. Reinhold I hear thy complain. All that happens between the walls of my old burg reaches my ears, yet I am bound by oaths and I can not break them unless they are broken by others. My honor and our traditions come before all else. Even the short sight of a foolish old man and the hardship he caused his own daughter."

Reinhold grunted and with a short nod he said, "Aye not even I want thee to break thy oaths, I have much reason to hate you my liege and yet I am also honor-bound to thee and a Ragnarsson warrior I am."

Erik Gustav reached forward and put his hand on the man's shoulder. "I know thy loss was caused by me and if you name the price, I shall pay it. Honor is always first."

The three men repeated as if speaking with one voice, "Honor is first." This was the creed of the Ragnarsson clan for almost 3000 years.

The Ragnarsson clan Chief said after there was a spell of silence, "While Isegrim becoming clan chief is most likely a foregone conclusion, I have and will take steps that make his rule over Ragnarsson treasures is limited and short. Now tell me how is my daughter?"

"She is as pregnant as a bloater fish, my liege, still as radiant as the Shortsummer sun itself. The midwife thinks it is any time now."

He leaned forward. "Reinhold make haste."

He then pulled back the cuff of his gauntlet style gloves and revealed a GalNet enabled PDD and said, "System, connect me with my friend Aaron Silverzweig."

To Orkning he said, "This is a good friend of mine, a lawyer and law professor. He specializes in analyzing the law structures of alien societies and he studied the Book of Traditions."

The Viking Warrior was true to his liege and clan Chief, but he resented the fact that Erik Gustav was off planet more often than home and he did not even want to understand or hear anything about Off World things.

"Your place is here, my liege and not at a faraway place beyond the skies. What business do you, what business do we Neo Vikings have there anyway. We need them not!"

"Orkning, you are a good man and one I trust with my life, but as much as we want to, we can not remain completely isolated.

For all our strength, we are nothing compared to what is out there and I am the one standing guard much like Heimdahl stands guard at the gates of Asgard. It is not a task that is easy or popular, but once a man sees dangers that could threaten his home he must do all he can to stand firm against them. Do you know what would happen without me being there at Pluribus?"

Orkning glared at his chief. "Everything that happens out there and does not concern us."

"We have been pirates and could not stand against the Union. We have been invaded by the Nogoll and we would not be here if it was not for the Union Fleet."

Orkning laughed. "Those goat faces? We killed them all, each and every one!"

"One Nogoll ship, an advanced recon group. 260 Nogoll, not more and we lost over 2000. Aye it was a great victory but we could not have stood against the Nogoll if they sent more. It was the Union fleet preventing that."

Orkning was still not convinced. "They did that without you being there."

"Do you remember the two Lowmen you killed about five years ago? Indeed you were drunk and indeed you paid the Peerson clan for the loss."

"I do remember, what business did they have to come into a tavern and stay?"

"If I am not at Pluribus, and make sure our way of life is protected, then a Lowman can go to a Union Court and ask for his rights and declare you a murderer. I doubt you would like to be hanged, you and three quarter of all men of Nilfeheim. If Union law and Union police comes to Nilfeheim, their executioners will have work for years!"

Orkning had seen broadcasts of Federal executions, one of the few GalNet programs the Vikings liked to watch at the taverns. He too had gone to Union school and remembered the virtual excursions. He was a stubborn Viking but suddenly he was glad Erik Gustav did prevent Union law arriving. He was stubborn like they all were, but he was not stupid.

Erik Gustav nodded as he saw the light of understanding in Orkning's eyes. "I knew you might change your mind."

Reinhold listened to the conversation and said nothing. He too was a trusted warrior, but he resented the Olafson business. He blamed his clan Chief for the death of his wife. A wife that died before she could give him a son. It was less than a decade ago in old Terran years when Erik Gustav was elected as the Representative of Nilfeheim and had left for Pluribus the first time.

When Erik Gustav returned, he also carried a curse to this world, a microbe, a bacteria or something of that kind and while Erik Gustav was immune due to the treatments he had received Off World, while other worlds adhered to the stringent Union hygiene laws, Nilfeheim did not. The fever caused by the microbe spread fast and before the decision was made to call the Union Doctor instead of trying more herbs and home remedies, it was too late. Hilda Hellstrom, the wife of Erik Gustavson and Gunhilde his own wife had died, killed by an off world disease.

But hearing that made him think different as well. It was him who decided to delay calling the Union Doctor, he hated everything off world with a passion. Mostly because it was fashionable and traditional to hate Off World things.

He didn't want his wife to be touched by an Off World man and yet the Union Doctor had scolded him and told him how easy it would have been to save them all if he had been called right away.

Reinhold knew this haunted the Old Man and Erik Gustav grieved over the loss of his wife. Erik Gustav had loved his wife very much, no one doubted that. Reinhold found this, however, a fitting punishment from the Gods for the man who brought the disease in the first place.

Reinhold would serve his master but he was no longer the staunch defender of all that was Ragnarsson and so he decided not to tell the Old Man what everyone knew, Volund did not really die of an accident and that the upstart Isegrim was bedding a Nubhir herder's wife instead of having eyes only for his pregnant wife.

No one could really remember a winter storm of such ferocity. Temperatures dropped to -99 on the C—scale, but the rumbling thunder and the lighting was quite rare.

Erik Gustav could almost feel the atmosphere of mistrust and anticipation wafting like fog within the the walls of Ragnarsson Rock. This was not how he envisioned the the last days of his clan and if he was true to himself, he had to admit was not a good clan chief. A good chief was reachable and took care of his clan's needs and concerns. A clan chief was more than a ruler, he was also a protector and caretaker; he had not taken very good care of his.

As much as he was a man of Nilfeheim rules and traditions, he also was an Union Citizen now. And no matter how many times he told himself how necessary his task was to be the Nilfeheim Representative, he knew the true reason was that he was intoxicated by Pluribus, by being a member of the Finance and Trade Council. Men like Rex Schwartz and Alex Enroe knew of him. He had the private access code to the President of the Union Bank and could call the old insect any time he wanted. He was invited to parties, rubbed shoulders with other Mega Tycoons, kings, queens and the representatives of other worlds.

Being at the center of the mighty Union and being part of its government was intoxicating and addictive like nothing else.

There were other Reps that used tele presence Avatars. They could even have hired a professional representative from one of the Representative Agencies, but those weren't options he considered.

His own grandfather was the first Ragnarsson looking outward and started the little company called Silver Hawks Emporium. His father expanded it by adding a mining operation on Balder, planet. But it was him that truly made it a successful company with revenues reaching billions of credits.

All this went through his mind as he sat in his old chair before the massive fireplace in the Lord's Hall and stared into to the orange flames licking around the Tyranno oil drenched Soak Stones.

Next to him sat five Elders and together they waited for Isegrim Olafson. They had summoned Isegrim and expected his summons to be answered in time, yet they waited now for over an hour before they saw the massive Olafson come up from the High Halls.

The son of Volund, so it appeared, had grown even bigger than the last time he remembered. Instead of a sword, he wore a coiled whip and his beard was not braided, but an open mess of black curls. He wore the clan Chief Necklace of the Olafsons and the red fur trimmed cloak Erik Gustav had given Volund as a gift not so long ago.

Isegrim planted himself with crossed arms before the three Elders. "The Elders summoned me and here I am."

Erik Gustav said. "We expected you to heed my call over an hour ago, but you being tardy had been a problem even when your father was alive."

"I have chores and work. I am not an idle man."

"That is a good sentiment indeed. Maybe it will suit you well if you hire out to another clan to cast nets or help them scrub Nubhir hides. You are the husband of my beloved daughter, but don't test me again."

Isegrim glared at the older man. "Are you retracting from thy contract and word?"

"No Isegrim, never has a Ragnarsson retracted a word given. As a matter of fact I wanted to make sure you know the full extent of that contract, once the Elders have completed their business with you."

The Ragnarsson chief motioned to the other Elders. "Now pay your respects to the Elders as it is tradition and just, or do you reject our laws and traditions?"

"I live by it."

Isegrim bowed and greeted the Elders as it was required. "I have a wife that is close to give birth, the joys of fatherhood awaiting me and I intend not to miss a moment of it."

One of the elders said, "According to our laws and traditions, I ask you here and now, are you intending to become the clan Chief of the Olafson? Are you going to ask the Circle present to confirm ye in this?"

"Of course, I am the first born and there is no one who challenges me."

"You are aware of all the implications? You are then not only speaking for thyself but for all Olafson. You are to sit in the company of Chiefs at the great council and all contracts, bonds and pledges made in the name of the Olafson clan before you are binding to you."

"Of course I know it all. I was born to this! I shall abide by the laws and traditions and accept the bonds, contracts and pledges made by those who came before me, so I swear upon the Spear of Odin."

"Then it shall be so."

All the old men rose from their chairs and the same Elder declared, "You are hereby declared Chief of the Olafson clan and all thy peer shall recognize you as such. Your word is that of Olafson, your will is that of the clan."

One of the Elders handed him the clan Leader Seal Ring that had been collected by them from Volund's hand. "This is your last chance to step back, you put this ring upon your hand; it is done and your oath is sealed."

Isegrim grunted and put the ring on his finger and his victorious grin was showing despite his beard.

Erik Gustav however also smiled.

"Of course one of the contracts and pledges you just confirmed is this one. " The Ragnarsson Chief produced a leather bound folder with the seals of the two clans upon it. "This is the very contract I have made with Volund and the Olafson clan, it was sealed with that ring and by you wearing it, you accepted that."

Isegrim waved his hand.

"Of course, and I know it makes the clan Chief of the Olafsons, the lord over this burg and all that it represents, is that not the case Old Man?"

"Almost, Isegrim, almost but not quite. It makes the first born son that comes forth between your union to Ilva Ragnarsson the sole inheritor of it all, both Olafson and Ragnarsson and he will be Lord over it all. You are, like Volund, just a steward."

Isegrim was neither concerned nor surprised.

"I know that too, but he will be my son and this is Nilfeheim. He is born and whatever I decide will be his and what I want to take will be mine."

Isegrim cracked both seals and opened the folder and then scanned over the document. He found what he was looking for and read out aloud: "The first born shall inherit the day he is declared a man before the Elders. Until then the caretaker and steward of the Ragnarsson holdings on Nilfeheim remain under the control of the last living Ragnarsson, a retainer of twelve percent of the earnings of the Nilfeheim bound estates shall be paid annually to the steward."

One of the Elders said. "You remain the steward until your son turns 16 and is declared a man before the Elders."

Isegrim lost his grin. "I have to wait sixteen years? What happens if he dies, this is a dangerous world and I don't intend to cuddle my son but raise him as a warrior born."

Erik Gustavson said. "Then it is mine to decide what to do with it. The Contract dies with my future grandson."

Neither the elders nor Isegrim saw the midwife rushing up the stairs in great hurry, summoned by a chambermaid.

Isegrim finally sat down, and whatever he said was drowned in a mighty thunder clap. The electric lights flickered and went out. The deafening thunder was followed by loud shouting. "Fire!"

Isegrim and Erik Gustav dressed as quickly as they could and with cold masks before their faces, rushed with other men of the burg to follow the shouts of alarm. Going out without a cold mask in that weather was close to suicide, a deep breath could freeze the water in the lungs.

It turned out that lightning had struck the roof of the Freemen's quarters. Debris and rock pieces littered the ground before the three story house; bright flames licked out of the hole in the roof. Fire was rare but not completely uncommon on a world where most cooking and heating was done with open flame, but the lack of wood in building houses made house fires less destructive and dangerous as they once had been so long ago on planet Earth.

It took them little time to reach the attic.

Greifen, the yard master of the Ragnarsson burg with a soot blackened face reported, "The lightning ignited these bales of Seagrass that we had stored here, but I don't think it will spread, Sire."