Sisters of The Bruce 1292-1314 (Abridged Version )

Sisters of The Bruce: Part 2; Chapter 4.1

                                                                                       I

Norway

Bergen

March 1310

Dear Mathilda,

Yester eve, Otto arrived, though he described a few tense moments trying to outsail an English ship. With the enemy close by at Banff, danger is everywhere on the seas. The precious cargo of wool was welcomed by the king. You will have heard by now Master Weland's vessel was taken in a gale last autumn. King Haakon was shaken by this loss; he put much store by his councillor's astute assessments. I miss my old friend's generous support and dry wit more than I can say. Our family owe him much.

At a service held for him in the Kristkirke, a surprising number of the local traders and craftsmen attended along with many dignitaries. Not all had been his friends, but he was well respected. Henry, his brother, passed away some years ago in France so there was no family present, though Earl Magnus spoke of his old guardian – as a son, of a father – such was the closeness between them. I prayed the many candles might light Weland's way home.

To your news! I am heartened your marriage to Hugh is a happy one and that young Marjorie flourishes. Inga gives me such joy and I wish the same for you. It is many years since we have seen each other. You were but a child back then. I recall your red curls and expect you still have these. I, on the other hand, am now a mature matron and cover my greying hair with a head-dress quite willingly.

How are you managing in your role as chatelaine? It seems to me that women are so often alone and in charge, overseeing great estates and households, but when the menfolk return, we must become servile again. Forgive my perverse wanderings! It is as well you have your own domain, for the countess sounds a formidable creature.

Being so far away, I am hungry for details of your life as well as that of our brothers. I imagine Rob perceived just winning the battles against the English was enough. Now he must finish the task he started – to win the hearts and minds of our people. The twists of fate are strange and bewildering; if only he had not gone to confront the Comyn.

Soon, Inga and I shall travel to Oslo. Effie has finished her final ballad and wishes to discuss it – meaning, I must listen as she postulates upon each word. Whilst her friendship means much to me, sometimes my enthusiasm wanes. All are well here and send their love.

Yours aye

Isa