For a change, I’m going to write a day-specific post the day before, so that if you read it tonight, it can depress you all day tomorrow.
December 21 is Saint Thomas’ Day, the shortest day of the year (though they didn’t know that in the Viking Age. They always figured St. Lucia’s Day, December 13, was the shortest of the year. I’m not sure why. Centrifugal force, maybe).
The death of Erling Skjalgsson (“hero, as you know,” he said, “of my Viking novels”) at the sea battle of Boknasund (Soknasund in the sagas, but that’s probably a scribal error) on December 21, 1028, is one of the earliest datable events in Norwegian history. The earliest is another event in which Erling was involved, the battle of Nesjar, on Palm Sunday (March 25) 1016. Erling didn’t come out too well on either occasion, though the defeat at Nesjar was hardly his fault. Jarl Svein Haakonsson was his commander in that battle, and Svein did not distinguish himself against their enemy, the wily Olaf Haraldsson (later Saint Olaf).
Erling fell victim to a ruse the day he died, again fighting against Saint Olaf’s men. I won’t go into the details; suffice it to say that Erling died with honor and Olaf went away frustrated, soon to flee the country altogether.
Before you ask, yes, I’m toiling away at my next Erling book, which still lacks a final title. As I’ve told you before, it’s a hard book for me to write. I think there are two reasons.
One, Erling’s nemesis, Olaf Haraldsson, appears in this book. This is the beginning of Erling’s long final struggle, a Game of Thrones-like political duel with the young, arrogant Olaf. I like Erling, and do not look forward to depicting his fall.
Two, I’ve gotten into the habit of thinking, “I’ve got to finish the Erling books before I die.” I don’t expect to die any time soon, though the actuarial tables are beginning to catch up with me. But I think I have the subconscious idea that once I do finish the Erling books, I will die. Which is nonsense, but that’s the way my mind works. I’m a fantasy author.
So remember Erling Skjalgsson tomorrow, on the 989th anniversary of his death (think Davy Crockett at a maritime Alamo). Or if you’re doubtful about that, you could remember Saint Thomas the apostle.
It makes excellent sense for the Erling books to be published in chronological order, but do you need to write them thus? Because if not, you might defuse the sense of pressure about finishing the story by writing the final one and writing an instruction that the book is to be published thus if you should die before you are ready to release it; and then writing as many books as you wish between the published Hailstone Mountain and the final book.
I’m looking forward to finding out what happens to the Irish Priest after Erling dies. I would guess that many adventures await.
This post popped up in my Facebook memories, and I actually have an answer for why December 13th was considered the shortest day in the middle ages– it WAS! Back under the Julian calendar, the solstice was on the 13th, and Christmas was further after. This is also why Orthodox Christmas is later– they kept it the same number of days after the solstice, where we kept it on the same calendar day.
Okay. I’ll buy that.