The people of the tribe believed the priest's prophecy the most, and they also believed the words of the wise man Vilia the most.
The anxiety of the onlookers was instantly eliminated, and then the negative emotions of the entire tribe would also disappear.
The people began to disperse, and only Niya and Rurik were left behind by the priest Vilia.
"Great priest, do you have important instructions?" Niya has always admired Wei Liya in her heart, and was even a little afraid.
"Your son, Rurik, is a person blessed by Odin." Vilia thought for a while and had an idea, "Actually, you can leave. Your son will stay with me today. Here."
"Some instructions?"
Villa said casually: "Odin gave me more revelations about Rurik, and I want to talk to him face to face. He made it clear. I thought again, maybe it’s better if you don’t listen to these words.”
At this moment, Rurik was a little confused. He looked at the elderly Granny Welia and felt that this old man had a kind face and was worthy of getting close to.
He asked his mother how she was doing now.
Niya stroked her son's shoulder and looked at Vilia: "Okay, I'll hand him over to you." Then he bent down: "The priest wants to say something to you, that's Valha La gives you a revelation, you can’t refuse, you know?”
“Yeah...I understand.” Rurik nodded, thinking that it was probably the simple old lady Vilia who had her. Speak your own words, and it is not suitable for outsiders to know.
Rurik cautiously entered the priest's residence following Vilia. Today was also his first time here.
"Child, don't be nervous, just follow me." Vilia instructed.
Rurik hummed. He opened his eyes wide and looked left and right, curiously observing everything he saw.
Villa leaned on crutches and slowly turned into a small room in the chief priest's house.
It was a dark room. When Villa walked in, an inexplicable sense of fear immediately took over Rurik's body.
After all, until now, he still doesn’t know what this old grandma Vilia is going to do.
"Don't be afraid." Villa asked kindly, and then she lit the oil lamp in the room.
Rurik asked cautiously: "Dear priest, here is..."
"You can call me grandma, my child." Vilia waved and left Rick walked in obediently.
There are some wooden counters displayed in this room, with some wooden boards neatly placed on them, and there are even obvious scrolls.
Thinking about it with his toes, Rurik also knew that these must be some bookshelves.
Those wooden boards and scrolls must be the treasured books of the tribe. When he thought of this, Rurik was suddenly filled with curiosity.
Could it be that the Vikings, who are known as barbaric bandits on the sea, still have their own book? !
Vilia slowly turned around, the exaggerated wrinkles on her face illuminated by the dim oil lamp,Enhances comforting kindness.
"Rurik, my child, do you know where this place is?"
"It is... a mysterious place. I saw those wooden boards with carvings on them It must be written, recording some stories.”
Hearing this, Vilia was really excited.
For decades, only this one child in the entire tribe could tell that they were books.
Welia tried hard to suppress her inner excitement, and her squinted eyes suddenly opened at this moment.
"Rurik, let me tell you, these wooden boards are all books. What is a book? Use words to record a large number of things that happened in the past. Carve them on wooden boards or write them on sheepskin. It is Book."
At this moment, Rurik understood the word for "book" in Old Norse, and the big concept was "bokk".
After all, the Danes and Norwegians who invaded Britain all spoke Old Norse, and a large number of words in them have basically similar pronunciations. Therefore, a large number of Norse words entered directly into Old English, ultimately influencing the language thousands of years later.
"But grandma, you brought me here, do you hope that I can learn the contents of the book?"
"Of course! Of course it is..." Willy at this moment Ya couldn't help but express her excitement. For the time being, she breathed a sigh of relief and said bluntly: "Child, I have a dream."
"Your dream? Is it about me? Is it hope? Will I become the leader?"
Faced with a rare boy who can be taught, Vilia approached Rurik and stroked his young head with his old hands.
"My dear, you will indeed become the new leader in many years. I hope that you will become a wise leader."
"Just like my Russian father Otto. ?"
"No!" Vilia shook his head, "He is just smarter than the ordinary people in the tribe, and you have the potential to make it a reality. , I think you must learn all the knowledge in this room."
The old hand was still on his forehead, Rurik raised his head slightly and looked at the old man with wide eyes. grandma.
"Grandma, I am willing to learn this knowledge. This is not just to satisfy your wishes. I think since I want to be the future leader, I must know more."
" You!" Rurik's level of consciousness was completely beyond Vilia's imagination.
She forced herself to calm down and continued: "You really need to know this knowledge. Your father knows some of it, and maybe you will be willing to know all of it."
"I will. . But what exactly is this knowledge?"
"Sit down first, and I will tell you slowly."
It has been many years since this accumulated knowledge of the Ross tribe. "Library", Rurik is its rare visitor.
Rurik pretended to be obedient and sat on a pair of animal skins, listening to Vilia's explanation.
SheRurik was not too surprised by the outcome of the story. The boards and scrolls here are mainly filled with the past of the Ross tribe, that is, their own history.
They are the Ross tribe! It will become a great group one day, and Rurik is the pioneer of this change.
The torrent of history is upon him, and Rurik is willing to follow the development of this context.
Now he never thought that the Ross tribe actually recorded its own history. If these wooden scrolls were lost, everything about the Rus tribe before they settled in Novgorod would have been a mystery!
"Now that you understand what is recorded on the board, you should remember it, because your father remembered part of it, do you have any reason to remember it all."
Liuli Ke nodded obediently: "I understand."
"No..." Vilia shook her head, "Son, you need to know more. Your father can convince the crowd and become a leader. Why can he convince the crowd? It's all because he has a lot of knowledge and can explain Odin's will." At this point, Villa calmed down and asked seriously: "Luri. "K, do you completely believe in the existence of Valhalla and Bodhisattva?"
"This..." Rurik was a little confused. In fact, he didn't believe in these myths, considering the feelings of Priest Vilia. , he finally nodded: "I believe it. Just like when I was born, you told my people that I was blessed by Odin."
Vilia laughed lowly for a while, and then said: "That's my plan, my child."
"Ah! So, actually I'm not?" Rurik deliberately pretended to be surprised.
"No! Now it seems that my judgment is not wrong. You are indeed the one blessed by Audi. But there are some things you need to understand. You have seen what just happened. I took out the ruby and signaled Everyone, they will come back safely. In fact, I am not completely sure about this. I am sorry, my child.”
Rurik felt very sad when Vilia said this. strangeness. It's not because she can't perform divination correctly, it's also impossible for her to do such supernatural things. She was a person with a long life and was respected in this ignorant era.
The only thing that surprised Rurik was that Vilya himself admitted that the divination was invalid.
"So, what's going on with my father..." Rurik asked pretending to be surprised.
"I'm sorry, my son. We are all mortals, and Odin will not answer prayers just because of a few fish. Odin will only send Valkyries to search for warriors, Valhalla does not It will give us revelations because of small things. Only in some special events, I can get revelations from Valhalla, such as your identity. You are indeed blessed."
Vilia's words are really true. It was suffocating, Rurik couldn't think of how she could explain it this way.
Rurik quickly asked: "Then my father and the others..."
"Don't worry." Vilia stroked Liurik againRick's head comforted: "They must have brought too much wealth, which delayed their return. In my long life, there have been many voyages that took more than forty days. Those women were too young. I just waited a little longer, thinking that my husband would never come back. In fact, it was the opposite. They would bring back huge wealth."
"I hope it's true." Rurik muttered.
"This is true, you are worthy of belief. My child, I know what you have been doing during this time. It is obvious that you already have a certain appeal, and you have incredible ideas to train those children. That's good."
"Ah! Do you support it?"
"Of course, you can continue to train them, and you have to come to me to learn the knowledge on the board. Now that you are very young, you have a lot of time to study instead of wasting on fighting games. If you think it is okay, we will start teaching you now. You should be able to understand that I have no time left. More, you must become the new wise man of the tribe as soon as possible."
At this moment, Rurik showed no resistance at all.
The priest's longhouse is very warm, and secondly, he himself is full of good things about the tribe's past.
The old Vilia gained strength from this boy with a golden ponytail. She eagerly brought several pairs of wooden boards and placed them in front of Rurik.
With just one glance, Rurik was completely dumbfounded.
Why? I saw dense symbols engraved on it, and they were carved very neatly. Rurik also knew that this was the rune script that the priests were particularly proficient in. They used rune script to record the tribe's own history, and Rurik couldn't understand it at all.
They are like heavenly books, but rune script is also a pinyin script, which determines that its amount of information is limited.
Even though there are a lot of wooden boards here, the amount of information is not that much.
Rurik stared at the board and frowned: "Grandma, I can't understand."
Vilia smiled knowingly: "It's just temporary, I will teach you in the next few days The use of your letters. You are a rare smart child. It is very likely that you can learn it in a few days. A month is enough at the latest. You can no longer lead those children to train under the dark night, and you cannot waste your time. , come to me to learn, and after the new winter, you will be able to understand the contents of all the boards and scrolls."