04-15-2005, 04:15 PM
Doc,Apr 15 2005, 10:44 AM Wrote:Sigh. Poor Vikings.
Yes, the Vikings went raiding. And you know what? They went for easy pickings. They attacked towns, villages, and settlements where the local lords did not allow the peasantry to have arms. Vikings were looking for easy wealth. People waiting for them on the shore with bigger axes were left alone. Vikings had an amazing detail of laws... They were not the ignorant savages people make them out to be. They had laws for the treatment of women, allowed women to own property, and were one of the few societies during that time frame that had laws to protect slaves. Slaves would only be kept so long as slaves usually. The ones that had skills as craftsman or artistic value would eventually be made freemen. The Vikings were also prone to arming their slaves with weapons, so other people wouldn't come and haul the helpless peasantry away again. Slaves had to be fed a certain portion of food, had to be clothed against the elements, had to be protected, well treated, and be looked after. There were exceptions to this of course. Prisoners of war, enemy soldiers, and criminals could be treated however. After serving his "indentured servitude" for being "rescued" a slave could and would become a freeman, even a landowner, and could marry into Viking society. A happy worker is a hard worker. A slave will do things half assed out of spite.
Everywhere the Vikings spread they brought law and order. Civility. They brought literacy and learning.
And I am pretty sure they would have taken offense to cell phones.
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Doc, maybe we are talking about different parts of Viking history. 'Cause that was NOT the way they were in the 700's and 800's.
And, yes, they went for easy pickings. What makes that right?
And you may call it righteousness
When civility survives,
But I've had dinner with the Devil and
I know nice from right.
From Dinner with the Devil, by Big Rude Jake
When civility survives,
But I've had dinner with the Devil and
I know nice from right.
From Dinner with the Devil, by Big Rude Jake