Chapter 876 Princess Bejasil is the happiest woman tonight
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 atmosphere of joy continued to permeate. It is said that the Slavic people did not think that the king married a steppe woman was a particularly great thing. They seemed indifferent overall.
Although all the Russian immigrants, including the old Russians, feel that there are joyful things in this world, they are not so happy that they forget themselves.
After all, the Pechenegs are merchants from a distant place. They may be a powerful country, but they have no power in the territory of Rus. This marriage is more like a distant country contributing female nobles to purchase the reward of the King of Rus.
The marriage is for business convenience.
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 came to the queen's ears, Svetlana felt like a stone was weighing on her heart. As a queen, she really didn't want her man to look for women again, even if it was a political marriage.
She could accept the intimacy and solitude between her husband and 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.
On a calm but cold day, she took her son Osborne and played with his brothers. Reglaf, Karl Ostara, Oleg and Osborne, the four boys were half-brothers.
Brothers, but no one else can call Queen Svetlana mother. Osborne can only mutter some phrases and can barely stand up with the help of adults. And the eldest Reglaf has learned to run and has a loud mouth.
Talking 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 happy to see his little daughter go wild 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 danced and laughed.
Lanna gave a fierce look and drove away the naughty children.
"I understand." She said, "Please step back first and 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, he happened to have this opportunity.
Some of the four sons were temporarily placed under the care of the queen.
When he arrived, the queen had already retired to her chamber.
She still held her biological son Osborne and 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 looked at Karl and Oleg who were standing a little swaying.
"You brats, how can you be a warrior if you can't stand still? Stand at attention."
He gave the order, and saw Reglaf straining his smile and trying to suppress his laughter, as tight as a steel bar. Seeing his elder brother acting like this, Oleg and Karl slowed down and imitated his example.
Rurik was delighted 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." Lana said dreamily.
"Indeed. You...are still so beautiful."
Rurik kissed the queen's cheek and whispered in a low voice: "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.
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This night, the queen was compensated and she was satisfied. Rurik didn't even have to speak in person. It was she who mentioned the matter first. She snuggled into the king's arms: "I saw Beyasi when they came.
That's it. She's pretty good, but her eyes can't fool me. She's 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, right?"
Rurik's hints have become closer to explicit. As the queen, Lanna's easiest way to stabilize her power is that mother is more valuable than son. As long as she gives birth to more sons, her status will become more stable.
While the queen was comforted, at the next wedding, Queen Svetlana must attend in a noble and extremely special capacity.
Her only purpose in participating in it was to declare to Bayahir that she was the real queen. Even when the wedding was in progress, all of Rurik's wives and concubines left in Novgorod would participate, and no one would be dressed up.
More gorgeous 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 is viewed by the extremely large Slavic population, because they are all
The existence of the Viking conquests, they need to have glorious things to comfort themselves, in order to be conducive to the rule of King Rurik.
At the same time, Beyathil, who didn't have many ideas, was being disciplined by his eldest brother Kagan.
There were a lot of glass beads hanging in her braid, and a lot of gems hanging from her body. She was dressed up very beautifully, and even the two personal maids from the prairie also put on beautiful clothes in the honor of the 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. There was no similar ceremony 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 marry is a special ceremony. As a daughter of a nobleman, it is a simple ceremony. For
Common people are really ignored. The groom will personally hold his wife and ride on a horse, swaggering around the tribe's battalion commanders. The groom's family will also send a group of strong young men to protect the bride on horseback, just to avoid a fierce man suddenly coming to snatch the marriage.
Tomorrow is her wedding day. Staying in her own residence, Beyah Hill sat quietly. She was so nervous that she didn't feel sleepy at all. After all, she took a nap for a while and was woken up by 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 burst out of my 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, with a huge colorful hood covering her cheeks. Finally, she wore a patterned dress from her hometown and jewelry given by her father. With the help of her eldest brother Kagan, she walked in front of as many as 200 people.
Escorted by Pecheneg cavalry in costumes, they were waiting for the groom to come to greet him.
Before that, Kagan and Rurik had discussed the wedding, and both parties had 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 were getting closer and closer, and Rurik in full dress came 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 pant in the thick white mist, and all the riders wear huge velvet hats of different styles, and their breathing also has a certain
A cloud of 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 event. The boyar nobles from various farms who had come to the meeting on orders 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, it seemed that they were 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 who lived 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 came 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 are all the fresh blood of the First Banner Corps, so they entered the city of Novgorod as warriors to show off their muscles to Kagan, the future Khan of Pecheneg. Naturally, the external title is Steppe Princess
The Glory of Bejasil.
If Kagan could not understand these tricks of Rurik, he would not 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 and the leather drum was beaten.
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 began to boo, the Ross cavalry and the accompanying infantry shouted wildly and banged their shields, and 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, Beyathil'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 bursting out uncontrollably.
Rurik leaned down and picked it up. As expected, this young and naturally short prairie noblewoman picked it up easily.
The king took off his hat and replaced it with a golden laurel crown on his golden ponytail. In front of Rurik sat his new wife Beyathil, 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 cavalry behind him. The Ross cavalry was extremely gorgeous, with uniform bearskin decorated with glass beads and blue cloth belts, and iron helmets decorated with down.
There are also dyed wild goose feathers on the top. In comparison, the Pecheneg cavalry's equipment is inferior, and their clothing is on a par with the Russian cavalry. They also have their own uniqueness. Each of them wears a ferocious iron mask, which looks like a
It's a monster that comes out of 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 crowds and the buildings behind them. All these scenery were completely different from those seen in her hometown on the prairie. Compared with the tents on the prairie,
The vastness of the group makes the city of Novgorod seem 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 parade took a lot of time. More than 30,000 people poured into the city at one time, and everyone came to join in the fun. The king could not live up to 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 Novgorod, which is not a stranger, could have such a large population. He did not know how many people came, but he just looked around and saw people wearing huge velvet hats everywhere. They
They were dressed thickly, and at first glance it was impossible to tell whether they were men or women. There were also a large number of children mixed in with the crowd, which was unimaginable in the grasslands.
He could clearly see a large number of people dressed as soldiers, with their spearheads pointing toward 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 dared to think about it anymore. He was very lucky that he had a blood-blooded relationship with the King of Ross. It was great to have them as actual allies 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 tent with his mother in his arms. And according to the rules, the groom's mother will check it the next day
The bride's body ensures that the couple has 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 and swearing oaths to the gods.
The Pecheneg-style wedding has come to an end, but things are far from over. The Viking-style wedding officially started 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 a footnote.
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 passed down 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 followed the instructions of her eldest brother Kagan, and this time she behaved with great respect for the queen and the other concubines. She returned the empty horn cup and stumblingly said some respectful greetings in Norse.
"Very good. Sister, she is just like what you said." Lana looked into Carlotta's eyes beside her and said.
"Bayahir 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 in the rear, where Rurik is preparing for traditional Viking etiquette.
The high priest Rumia is overdoing it, and the deputy priest Rumia has been sent to the Uppsala Temple. Now the person with 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 seeing that her man Rurik was dressed simply and smartly, she had to endure it.
She felt the extreme cold in the Far North for the first time, and was surprised by the toughness and ruggedness of the people here. She was even more surprised that the wedding priest was actually a 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 oath in Norse spoken by Lanna. The meaning of the oath was very simple. It said that if you pick up this sword, you will give birth to a brave warrior for your husband. As for the sword
She pointed her sword to the sky to swear to the Nordic gods, especially Odin, that she would be a good woman.
A grand banquet began 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 being happy, Rurik suddenly said in Turkic language.
Beyathil, who was still excited, was startled and wanted to sit up.
"Keep lying down. Bayahir, 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 shooting into her heart, Beyathil nodded repeatedly under the dim light of the oil lamp. She was very surprised that she could understand the words spoken by her man. Everything must be fate, and it was wonderful to be recognized by her husband as a female warrior.
thing.
"Am I going to be Valkyrie?" she asked.
"ah?"
"A female warrior."
"Of course. I just want you as a female warrior. Carlotta highly recommends you. 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.