Today was Sunday. Since Father Ulf is racing to Lund in Christian's old sleigh, the Seminary in Loyaabro sent over one of its Seminarians. Jan and I discussed the politics in Copenhagen to great lengths, notably the last few pagan jarls on Bornholm, in Estonia, and of course, Nordjylland. Last time a group of Crusaders went there they found the nomadic herdsmen more than they bargained for, and the fishing villages just up and left into the sea. I had the girls cook another one of my favorite dishes, not Canutes, for dinner, English Meat Pies. Scrumptious. Though I ought to get those girls to lay with him, the men of this family always get more attention than they bargain for. I know that Hilliar Halfdan and my daughter have now three kids, two daughters and a son. Erik is in Italy under an Italian Engineer and Architect my the name of Teodaldo della Milano. His mentor is an eagle-like man, and has on more than one occasions suggest his eldest daughter as a bride, and her maids to “aide her frail frame" in a less than pious manner. An Italian to his core. As for Sywen, rumors are as rumors are, Spain, France, Ireland, Rus, or the Baltic Coast. A Holy Knight, a Pagan-Turned Warlord, dead.

As for Canute…

I should find a way for force the four of them into a bed, I'm Estrith's godmother, and am the closest thing Krystanya's ever had to a mother, as for Lieddi, with what of the Sami I learned when Christian and I traveled to Trondheim just after we wed with his Norwegian Uncles, I do not think she minds sharing a man very offensive, or worse still, hoarding one rather odd. There's always been a shortage of menfolk here in the North. 'Fore my folks found the Lord the men went off raiding and few and fewer men returned until eventually every widow wed her sister's husband in turn. It still happens away from the coast, or more aptly, Germans. For being so similar to we they've got either no connection with reality or have a massive disconnect with just how many young men and boys just die or aren't born here.