Chapter 11: Otto's Change

Chapter 11: Otto's Change

At only two years old, Rurik had basically mastered the tribes language. On careful inspection, its really quite interesting how many of their words bear a strong resemblance to English from over a thousand years later, making learning the language not too difficult.The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))

Liu Li knew his mothers name was Niya and his fathers name was Otto. He also had a cousin named Arik. He actually had a large number of relatives who were core members of the tribe. In fact, most of the tribe members were related in one way or another.

Externally, the tribe referred to themselves as Jiangshou, which means Ros, but internally they only used first names. Some special individuals had nicknames, but there were no surnames.

If I am Rurik, then it must be around the mid-9th century now. Am I currently on the Scandinavian Peninsula or the Jutland Peninsula of Denmark? Rurik wondered.

The elder claims I am blessed by Odin and destined to lead the tribe to prosperity. Well, moving the tribe to the heart of Eastern Europe would indeed bring prosperity. At least we wont have to be stuck in the cold fjords, living off fish every day.

His biological father, Otto, had taken a few hundred men to Novgorod to demand tribute from the locals. His mother, Niya, had been counting the days for his return, which was expected in the next few days.

Once he accepted this identity, looking at his increasingly hopeful mother, Liu Li was indeed eager to meet his returning father Otto and cousin Arik.

Otto had taken twelve-year-old Arik on this autumn tribute voyage to show him the world. Liu Li, who had grown tired of eating fish every day, wondered what treasures they would bring back. Their return meant he could enjoy a period of eating bread and even honey.

Another peaceful autumn arrived, with the days getting shorter and the north wind howling through the fjord, creating a solemn atmosphere. The climate seemed to get colder each day, and today it felt particularly unusual.

In the morning, Niya lit an oil lamp in the wooden house and prepared some brined pork and a small piece of dry bread for Rurik.

Rurik, eat slowly. Ill go outside and see whats happening, she said.

Okay, Mommy!

Following closely behind the robust Otto, Arik was too inexperienced to take anything for granted. Soon, Otto saw Niya holding their child. His rugged, bearded face broke into a smile, as if holding countless gold.

Quickly, Otto embraced his only surviving son, Rurik, securing his gold. In battle, he was a fierce warrior, leading men known as berserkers. Ottos sword, Destroyer, could cut an enemy in half with a swing. His fighting prowess was unquestionable, but only in front of his wife and child did he show his tender side.

Otto picked up young Rurik, playfully tickling his face with his beard.

Dad, dont do that. Its uncomfortable.

Really? I thought you were going to cry.

Why would I cry? Rurik asked in a childish voice.

This question stumped Otto.

Ah! Yes, why cry. Otto sighed. Son, you are indeed special, not like other children who cry over a pinch or a fall. But you, Ive never heard you cry.

Hehe, because I am blessed by Odin! Rurik said cutely.

Yes, that makes you different, Otto said, pinching his sons cheek and speaking with a tone of instruction. A great warrior cannot cry or fear pain. You must be brave to become a suitable leader.

I will. But can we really trust the elders words? Am I truly

You certainly are, Niya interjected. Son, its your destiny.

Yes, at least everyone believes so. You are my son, and you must be a suitable leader. When youre older, Ill teach you how to be one.