The Black Death
A ship from eastern England carried the plague across the sea to
Sweden, in 1350. Sweden was the last kingdom to feel the effects. The
humans avoided each other and most of the cats left town. Nobody knows
what the canines did. They probably spent their time wandering the
streets and writing doggerel. People didn’t bother about their relatives
and stopped visiting friends. Parents refused to tend their children.
Bodies were shoved out of the house and left on the front porch.
“Bring out your dead.”
The population decreased by a third, and the weather changed. It got colder and rained more. Crops failed. King Magnus imposed new taxes and pawned the crown jewels. Gotland got plundered by Valdemar Atterdag, the king of Denmark. It was the worst of times.
When Bo died everything went up for grabs. Albecht said he was the rightful inheritor, but Sweden’s lords weren’t buying that. They were afraid the Germans would end up with Bo’s stuff and went to Demark to talk to Queen Margareta. Margareta had been married to King Haakon, the son of Magnus, and inherited Norway when he died. The Swedes asked if she would like to be Sweden’s, ‘chosen mistress and rightful lord’. She was happy to do that, but Albrecht was totally not happy. He called her, King Trouserless
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I need a break. Writing history is tiring, I mean like, it takes forever. And the sun is out. It’s warm in Sweden. I’m going to take a long nap, or maybe a sunbath . . . maybe both at the same time. I’ll be back in a couple weeks with Chapter 6 and more about the Germans.