Chapter 689： Regrav

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The weather is extremely cold, this body is in the far east, and the Queen Mary has her fantasy drifting, and her belly is too big to be bigger.

She was forced to become faltering. In recent days, even walking has become an extravagant hope. The severe contractions are like a tsunami hitting the reef, and her spirit is almost collapsed.

Those maids who Rurik ordered to arrive in Novgorod took on the important task of taking care of the Mercia prince.

When things have developed to this point, everything is very obvious. The child in her womb is only one step away from being born.

Rurik was busy with his major business and alienated the wife and concubine objectively. Considering his identity, I really shouldn't pay too much attention to her. She is a prisoner of war, and her treatment today is purely a reward from Prince Ross. She is also a flag, including the child in her womb.

That was indeed his own flesh and blood, and Old Otto also looked forward to his grandchildren, hoping to be a baby boy.

Since last night, the pain in her stomach has made Mary feel that things are very different. The maids hurriedly claimed that Princess Mercia was about to give birth to a prince!

Early in the morning, Rurik got the news, and he ran into Mary's bedroom in a panic with mixed emotions.

She was lying on a wooden bed, covered with a thick blanket.

Her face is full of sweat, and there is always a serious sense of weakness in her whole face.

"My lord..." There was a servant who took care of her, seeing the prince driving, and immediately stood up and retreated.

"It's okay."

Rurik raised his hand to beckon them to continue, and walked up by himself.

The frail girl always gives people strong sympathy. Although she is a female prisoner, she is also suspicious of descent. She is indeed the prince of Mercia who once enjoyed the British hegemony. A generation of powerful countries has become weak, and the princess has moved to Novgorod, two thousand kilometers east. She will give birth to the heir to the throne of Mercia.

Mary has been clenching her teeth. According to Europeans of this age, it is normal for a woman of this age to have children.

But in Rurik's opinion, she is still too young, and the possibility of a dystocia for such a woman to be a mother is too great.

He pulled Mary's hand from the blanket and pressed it against her face: "Are you okay? You are very weak..."

Mary slowly opened her eyes and forced a smile, her eyes beating as if she wanted to say something.

Rurik hurriedly moved his ears.

She whimpered with tears and said softly: "I...have been in pain for a day. I have tried hard, I...I am weak and weak. I am an unclean woman. This must be God's punishment for me."

"You..." Rurik stood up abruptly, and his expression of pity just now was serious. "Absurd, I am the son of Odin. You will give birth to a child safely."

"But I...I'm not Odin's family member. The Lord is punishing me and making me suffer this kind of suffering. Everything is fate, I should have died two years ago! I... I am a joke when I live."

She began to speak with difficulty, and after a long speech in front of her, she became annoyed.

Rurik patted her face quickly, trying to wake up the confused woman.

Mary opened her eyes again, and the situation remained the same.

Rurik began to glared at the maids, frightened them to kneel down one after another.

"You all stand up! Get me some honey water. If she loses her energy, she won't be able to give birth at all!"

They got the order and hurried to prepare honey, Rurik felt more and more serious about the situation, but Mary suddenly stretched out her hand and grabbed Rurik's arm. She clearly has something to say.

"Rurik, I...this is my destiny. If I really die, burn me...according to your etiquette. After all, I am your woman, maybe Odin will accept my soul. But I Both men and women are the heirs of the royal family of Mercia. As you said, you will support this child to become the new king of Mercia."

"Yes, that's my decision. It doesn't matter whether you are really Wigraf's daughter or not. Ernred of Northumbria, that guy knows you are with me. There are some Frank's The nobles also know that Mercia’s princess is in my hands."

"Ah, that's good." She smiled on her chapped lips and let out a long sigh of relief: "It's time to give the child a name."

"What do you call him?"

"I have already figured it out. The boy's name is Regalaf and the girl's name is Regalafnis."

What does such a name mean? Rurik understood it easily.

He looked at Mary's trembling eyes: "You are indeed taking revenge on those two men."

She laughed and smiled very relieved: "I am an unclean woman, and my child is not. My child is also your child. Let my child create another kingdom. It's just..."

"Just what?"

"Children must be baptized and must be registered."

"This... is it really necessary? You can still think of this level" Rurik asked.

"It's very necessary!" Her eyes seemed to have two knives suddenly, "Any king who wants to gain a foothold in Britain must at least believe in the Supreme Lord. Even those nobles are hypocritical and unclean. This must be the case. If I really die. , Please tell... tell the child. His mother loves him, he is the only heir to the Mercia throne, the new Mercia must... ally with Rose. This is not what you hope, but the reason why you stayed with me until now. "

These words were deafening and Rurik couldn't believe that they came from her mouth.

Turning her head to think about it, she once lived as a man's toy, and all she was thinking about was revenge. She is indeed forbearing enough, so she is not a cowardly idiot. It's just that this body is inherently weak. If she were a man, she would be a hard-line figure who is good at power. Rurik blamed himself for harming her, and if she were not pregnant now, she would not face the dilemma of life and death.

Do not! It's not that serious yet

"Don't say frustrating words. You are too weak, drink some honey water later, everything will be fine. I want you to be Queen of Mercia."

"I hope so. If I... Lirik." Mary squeezed out the words again: "Do you know Caesars?"

"Caesar Che? You?! No, it's not so extreme yet."

"In any case, you must protect the child, that is your flesh and blood. You must know, since you know, I hope you will do it at that time. You are...my only man."

She said that she was weak and fainted, leaving Rurik scratching her head.

Where is this "tossing all day"? Rurik guessed that she didn't want to expose her dystocia, and she had tolerated herself for two days or more.

Having been enduring extreme pain, no matter how strong they are, they can live and die!

The honey water finally came, Mary was forced to infuse some, but this effect is really limited. At this moment, Rurik is very hopeful that there will be a bottle and a hose to deliver glucose directly to her blood vessels.

With this, Mary's dystocia cannot be hidden.

Rurik has no idea about this kind of thing, but fortunately there is a stable wife here in Novgorod, and the old Niangnya has also started it herself.

Mary has been working hard with the help of a group of so-called experienced old women, but everything seems to be in vain.

Niya couldn't understand at all. The woman didn't change after opening two fingers, as if there was an invisible force blocking the window of new life.

At this time, Niya thought that the female nobleman whom his only son Rurik had spared from the battlefield was originally an unclean person, but the child in his womb was of sacred meaning. Or the evil force is doing stubborn resistance, just to strangle the child and the mother together.

This was a decisive battle. Niya hurriedly called the wife and concubine maid under Rurik's command, hoping to pray to Freya, the **** of fertility, to dispel evil and pray for the safety of mother and child by singing the prayer mantras passed down by the Rus.

The girls sang with tears as they watched the eldest sister, whom they were familiar with, suffer here. She is a very good sister, with a natural and noble identity, knows Latin, and teaches everyone how to please men (Rurik), now...

Mary still didn't give up, her face turned red and pale from time to time. The more than twenty women gathered in the room had no clue, and the men waiting outside were even more helpless.

Rurik and Otto waited with blue faces, it was quite cold outside, and there was a pot of wood in front of them to keep warm.

John Invall got the order to pray for Mary. To be honest, he despised this unclean woman. Whether she volunteered or not, she had a very bad and improper relationship with her father and brother Wang. According to the law, he should be sentenced to death, and even the gentlest punishment was sent to the monastery for the rest of his life.

Mary has been wailing, and the women have been encouraging.

Caesar's cut is a cesarean section. In Mary's current condition, only one such operation can allow her to give birth to the child safely. But wait a minute! Is this medical technology available throughout Europe? Even if the child can be cut out smoothly, the mother will undoubtedly die.

Rurik recalled what Mary had said to him, which was clearly a last word.

It was another whole day of tossing, and the child still did not come out after being immersed in all kinds of pain.

Things are already very dangerous. Maybe the child will be suffocated to death in the mother's stomach.

At night, Rurik didn't want to sleep peacefully, and with bloodshot eyes, he stayed in the cubicle and shrank into a nap.

The night was already very deep, and a burst of crazy noise awakened him.

A maid madly broke into Rurik's couch and shouted, "Blood! Lots of blood! Mary, she..."

Disaster came, and when Rurik finally broke into the Queen Mary's room, she was already covered in blood. The oil lamp in a room made the room very bright, and also highlighted the horror of blood.

Dystocia caused heavy bleeding? Do not!

Rurik rushed forward, knelt down next to her, his fingers against her nose, breathless.

He stunned suddenly, his right hand hurriedly reached into the bedding, his big hand directly covered her heart, but there was no movement...

Niya was trembling with fear, and the maids who insisted on chanting the incantation shrank in fear.

"What the **** happened?" Otto broke in suddenly.

Rurik turned his head hurriedly, trying to suppress his emotions: "She is dead."

"Huh?! No! Where's the child? Both the mother and the child are dead."

"The child is still alive for the time being. It must be so. It's just..." Rurik gritted her teeth. "This is her fate. She is an unclean person, but the child is innocent. She anticipated all this and entrusted me no matter what. To save this child. Dad, you should understand what it is."

Otto was surprised by this sudden situation, heartbroken while not losing the tolerance of an old leader. With an old voice, Otto ordered all the female families to evacuate, and the wooden door was immediately closed.

Mary was calm as if she fell asleep. She tried her best, but she didn't die of exhaustion, but the most terrifying hemorrhage during dystocia.

Amniotic fluid embolism? The dirty amniotic fluid enters the circulatory system and causes the heart to stop beating in a very short time.

The death was so sudden, the child in the womb who had lost the maternal supply could persist for a short time, and the child would really be hopeless after hesitating for a while.

A linen cloth covers Mary's face, and at the same time Rürich drew out a sharp steel sword...

"Regrave, the true king of Mercia. Your mother has done her best. Now, my father will save you!"

Rurik completed the Caesars in speechlessness. A baby boy held out his father with trembling hands. After a short while, the airtight room came from a continuous howling of the baby, and the cries were piercing.

...

Everything is over, Mary's young life is over.

Maybe this is fate!

Approaching Hanukkah and the winter solstice ceremony of the Slavs, one of his concubines died unexpectedly.

Mary’s body was taken care of with decent care. She was completely wrapped in a colorful linen. Rurik decided to cremate her according to her wishes and according to Viking customs, so that Paradis would not accept her as unclean. Soul, perhaps Asgard of Odin is willing to accept it.

Rurik washed his hands, his spirits were very trance.

The newly-born Regrave was held temporarily by his grandmother Niya, and Medvedt also rushed to the sleeping house for the first time to find a nursing mother for the child.

Rurik wiped his face with snow, and the cold made his spirit barely calm. He found John Invall on standby and patted the frightened boy on the face.

"My lord, she is Princess Mercia. You actually..."

"This is Kaiser, you should be very clear. You see, your **** punishes the unclean soul, but forgives Regalaf. This child is Regalaf and heir to the throne of the Kingdom of Mercia. You are appointed by Mary Baptist, tell me, is it permissible according to your rules and conditions?"

John Invall faltered for a while.

"Give me great words."

"Yes. I am a northern priest appointed by my teacher, and I am qualified to baptize."

"Then do it quickly! Do it tomorrow!"

"Yes."

The Russ and Slavs do not pay attention to three-day funerals, and neither ethnic groups do not care about the form of funerals.

The incident was very sudden, but the Russ and native Slavs who lived in Novgorod were not concerned about the death of a woman. In fact, many Vikings, including the Roths, felt that what died was just a captured slave, which was originally a toy of the Duke, and if he died, he would die.

The fact is true, so Mary was very low-key when she was alive.

The next day, Rurik, who hadn't slept all night, tried to stay awake.

A baptism ceremony is being held in the room with a simple cross. The Danish John Invar, who belongs to the Franconian Diocese of Hamburg, personally baptizes the newly born Reglav. The pottery urn serves as an ascension basin, and the pottery cup serves as the Holy Grail. When the well water is blessed, it becomes holy water, and the water is heated to warmth. John Invall completed the ceremony in the yelling of the child.

The maids from Britain became makeshift nuns, some were taken from the kingdom of Mercia. They witnessed the birth of a little prince like Caesar in the legend. Perhaps this child will indeed become the future figure of Mercia because of his Viking blood. The maids regret his poor birth, and hope everything will be fine.

For John Invall, he must personally write a letter to his teacher Eskil to make a truthful report on this matter. Now this matter is not difficult. The teacher relies on the free Hezeby to build a monastery for a big cause. The Ross Principality happens to have shops there, and the letters will be delivered smoothly.

Eventually, when Regrav's identity was recognized by the Diocese of Hamburg, his membership was established. If this child has the opportunity to go to Rome to get official witnesses when he grows up, he is the irrefutable king of Mercia, even if he does not control a clear territory, he is also the legitimate king of Mercia. As for the things after the baptism, it is not the permission of the little priest John Invall to do it.

Also on this afternoon, a small fire tower was erected on the shore of the frozen lake.

The cross pendant made of Mary's silver and all the brown hairs that were cut off are the holy relics Mary left to her son. Rülik deliberately left these objects to his son Regrav, so that he can remind his future heirs with the real objects: your eldest brother is the royal family of Mercia, ZhengshuoNo Grab Rose's power with you.

The funeral of the prince's daughter still gathered more than 3,000 people. Whether it was a funeral or a happy event, it was indeed a major event. The locals lacked entertainment and even regarded participating in the funeral as a form of entertainment.

The king and prince of Mesiah never enjoyed such a funeral after their deaths in battle.

Many people chewed their tongues and said that the Duke had done too much to take care of a female slave in this way. Others said that this girl was a nobleman and gave birth to a child to the Duke and should be honored. The largest number of Slavs is simply watching the excitement. They see it fresh, thinking that there is no difference between the funeral of the nobles of the Varanges and the funeral of the Slavs. They will burn the dust and return to the dust and the soul will be a beautiful one. The place.

Rurik held the torch in public, looking at the cloth-wrapped man on the top of the tower.

"Mary, everything is over. I hope you will be born again and live happily in a new world."

The torch was thrown into the firewood, and slowly the entire wooden tower began to burn.

People watched all this solemnly, and the cry of a baby attracted everyone's attention.

It was no one else who was crying, it was Regrave in the swaddling clothes. He was held by his grandmother Niya, and Niya also had tears on her face.

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