{"id":1910,"date":"2020-04-18T14:50:41","date_gmt":"2020-04-18T14:50:41","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/martinemussies.nl\/web\/?p=1910"},"modified":"2020-04-18T14:51:13","modified_gmt":"2020-04-18T14:51:13","slug":"spanish-king-alfred-fanfic","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/martinemussies.nl\/web\/spanish-king-alfred-fanfic\/","title":{"rendered":"Spanish King Alfred fanfic"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>I had to brush off my Spanish, but with a little help from my friends, I managed to understand this fanfiction about <em>El rey Alfred<\/em> by Venezuelan Tumblr user <em>marithesoprano<\/em>. With her permission, here I post her original with an English translation (as literal as possible). Many thanks to Inti &amp; Rosasharn. \ud83d\ude42 <\/p>\n\n\n\n<!--more-->\n\n\n\n<p>El rey Alfred se encontraba extra\u00f1o\naquella noche, notaron sus sirvientes. Se remov\u00eda con nerviosismo, miraba de un\nlado a otro como si estuviese esperando a que alguien apareciera por cualquier\nlugar, y no hab\u00eda probado bocado en toda la cena. Esto, por supuesto, alarm\u00f3 en\nun primer momento a sus sirvientes, pues no era una actitud muy com\u00fan del\nsoberano, pero pronto descartaron cualquier idea extra\u00f1a puesto que un\nimportante invitado de lejos, la reina Lagertha, se encontraba de camino para\nrealizarle una visita y, por supuesto, una petici\u00f3n al rey. As\u00ed que con la\nmente un poco m\u00e1s tranquila, los sirvientes lo llevaron hasta sus aposentos, le\nvistieron con las ropas de dormir, y lo acostaron en la cama, aun en ese estado\nque rayaba en la paranoia. R\u00e1pidamente, el rey cerr\u00f3 los ojos y se sumi\u00f3 en un\nprofundo sue\u00f1o, en el cual hab\u00eda tenido la visi\u00f3n m\u00e1s espantosa de todas.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Estaba solo en un paraje inh\u00f3spito,\nen donde no cantaban los p\u00e1jaros, no hab\u00eda nubes y el cielo lamentaba la\nausencia del sol, vi\u00e9ndose plano y gris, taciturno. El hombre observaba a su\nalrededor c\u00f3mo se mov\u00eda el alto pasto a sus pies: sin ganas, sin viento.\nExtra\u00f1ado, se dio una vuelta completa sobre su eje, top\u00e1ndose con la intensa\nmirada de una joven doncella de verdes ropajes adornados con lentejuelas, la\npiel p\u00e1lida, un tanto amarillenta y \u00e1spera como un pergamino, ojos de un\npenetrante verde bosque y, adorn\u00e1ndole las casta\u00f1as ondas de su cabello, se\nencontraba una corona un tanto peculiar. No parec\u00eda ser de la realeza, ni por\ncomo vest\u00eda ni por la diadema que tra\u00eda puesta. La doncella, de ojos duros y\nvac\u00edos pero de expresi\u00f3n dulce se le acerc\u00f3 r\u00e1pidamente al rey y le dej\u00f3 como\nrecuerdo un beso en la mejilla. El hombre quiso detenerla, por lo que intent\u00f3\nsepararla lo m\u00e1s posible de \u00e9l, pero ella le sostuvo fuertemente las manos de\nmanera que no la pudiese mover de su sitio. Una vez plantado el beso en su\nmejilla, la doncella desapareci\u00f3 tan pronto como el rey parpade\u00f3, at\u00f3nito.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Lo despertaron unos gritos\nprovenientes del lado externo del sue\u00f1o y termin\u00f3 por darse cuenta que eran los\nsuyos propios. Una de sus sirvientas lo miraba con expresi\u00f3n de preocupaci\u00f3n\nmientras le cambiaba el trapo h\u00famedo que le hab\u00eda colocado en la frente con\notro m\u00e1s fr\u00edo. Sent\u00eda que ard\u00eda y que el pecho se le hund\u00eda, dificult\u00e1ndole la\nrespiraci\u00f3n. El rey tom\u00f3 de la mano a su doncella y le pregunt\u00f3 qu\u00e9 hab\u00eda\nsucedido, qu\u00e9 le ocurr\u00eda. Pero la pobre chica no le pod\u00eda contestar, pues ella\ntampoco sab\u00eda la respuesta y los galenos de la corte hab\u00edan perecido. Todo esto\nle pareci\u00f3 muy extra\u00f1o al rey, quien termin\u00f3 desmayado a causa del dolor que le\ncausaba respirar. La doncella que se encontraba atendi\u00e9ndolo, al ver esto,\nllam\u00f3 a las dem\u00e1s y les rog\u00f3 que llamaran a todos los soldados, que deb\u00edan\nbuscar al monje Athelstan, la \u00faltima opci\u00f3n.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Los sirvientes no sab\u00edan cu\u00e1nto\ntiempo le quedaba a su soberano y se mord\u00edan las u\u00f1as con nerviosismo mientras\npensaban en c\u00f3mo mejorar la salud del rey antes de tener que hacer un\ncomunicado frente a los dem\u00e1s s\u00fabditos de que su Majestad se encontraba\nenfermo. Mientras tanto, todos los soldados y mensajeros disponibles dentro de\nlas murallas de la ciudad se encontraban buscando al monje Athelstan, varios\nkil\u00f3metros alejados de casa. Terminaron por encontrar una peque\u00f1a caba\u00f1a ni muy\nlejos ni muy cerca del reino, pero bastante cerca de un poblado vikingo. Con\nsuma cautela, los mensajeros del rey entraron en el inmobiliario, consiguiendo\nde rodillas al personaje que buscaban. Le comentaron que el rey necesitaba de\nsus rezos urgentemente, pues ellos consideraban que \u00e9l era el \u00fanico que pod\u00eda\nsalvarle de aquella situaci\u00f3n tan desesperante. Athelstan acept\u00f3 vacilante y se\nmarch\u00f3 con los soldados, entrando al palacio pocos d\u00edas despu\u00e9s. Le examin\u00f3 a\nfondo: not\u00f3 su entrecortada y pesada respiraci\u00f3n, sus labios resecos y\npartidos, su piel de un color blanco enfermo y la expresi\u00f3n de dolor en su\nrostro. No estaba muy seguro de qu\u00e9 era lo que hab\u00eda pasado, pero igual decidi\u00f3\npregunt\u00e1rselo al rey, quien se tom\u00f3 un d\u00eda entero en contarle la historia de su\nextra\u00f1a visi\u00f3n. Ya conociendo su historia, Athelstan se arrodill\u00f3 frente a la\ncama del soberano, coloc\u00f3 sus manos unidas, tomando las del rey Alfred entre\nlas suyas, y le rez\u00f3 a cuanto santo estuviese escuchando su plegaria. Rog\u00f3 por\nla salud del soberano durante todo un d\u00eda y toda una noche sin descanso ni para\ncomer, ni para beber.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>La reina Lagertha hab\u00eda llegado un\npoco antes de que el monje Athelstan se tomase un descanso de los rezos y se\nenter\u00f3 de toda la historia por la boca de los sirvientes del rey Alfred, y al\nnotar que nada de lo que hac\u00eda el monje serv\u00eda de algo, decidi\u00f3 tomar ella\nmisma las riendas de la sanaci\u00f3n y envi\u00f3 a las criadas a buscarle velas, polvo\nde carb\u00f3n y margaritas blancas reci\u00e9n cortadas. Todo deb\u00eda de venir en\ncantidades de siete, ni una m\u00e1s ni una menos. Mientras, se quit\u00f3 su vestido\ntradicional de soberana y se coloc\u00f3 un simple atuendo blanco de estilo vikingo\npara hacer su ritual.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<ul class=\"wp-block-list\"><li>Monje, \u2014se dirigi\u00f3 al religioso, \u2014 \u00bfqu\u00e9 sucede que tus rezos no funcionan?<\/li><li>He perdido la fe, su Majestad. \u2014Respondi\u00f3 \u00e9l con la cabeza gacha.<\/li><li>\u00bfEn tu Dios o en los m\u00edos?<\/li><li>En el m\u00edo.<\/li><li>Pues necesito que me ayudes con este ritual. Voy a necesitar tus rezos, p\u00eddele a los dioses que salven al rey. \u2014Le dijo mientras hund\u00eda dos dedos en el primer saquito de carb\u00f3n.<\/li><\/ul>\n\n\n\n<p>Se hizo dise\u00f1os vikingos y se dibuj\u00f3\nrunas en ambos brazos y en la cara. Luego, esparci\u00f3 las siete bolsas de carb\u00f3n\nde manera que hubiese relieve y realiz\u00f3 un c\u00edrculo de protecci\u00f3n alrededor de\nla cama del soberano. Coloc\u00f3 despu\u00e9s las velas en sitios estrat\u00e9gicos de la\nhabitaci\u00f3n y comenz\u00f3 a danzar cerca del rey mientras pronunciaba c\u00e1nticos\nantiguos y el monje rezaba.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Entonces, el rey tuvo una extra\u00f1a\nvisi\u00f3n, similar a la primera que tuvo antes de caer enfermo, pero con m\u00e1s\ncolor. En el cielo estaban las nubes y el sol, el viento volv\u00eda a soplar, y\nfrente a \u00e9l se encontraba un viejo sauco que le inform\u00f3 sobre los intentos de\ndos personas cercanas a \u00e9l ayudarle a superar esta peculiar enfermedad.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<ul class=\"wp-block-list\"><li>No es tu tiempo todav\u00eda, rey Alfred.\nTienes unas cosas m\u00e1s para hacer antes de irte. \u2014Le dijo el sauco.<\/li><\/ul>\n\n\n\n<p>Sinti\u00f3 detr\u00e1s de \u00e9l una brisa corta\ny concentrada en su nuca, as\u00ed que se volte\u00f3. De pie detr\u00e1s de \u00e9l se encontraba\nuna hermosa joven de dorados cabellos y ojos cristalinos como el cielo sobre\nellos, de piel de porcelana y de vestiduras blancas, como una vikinga. La\ndoncella le sonri\u00f3 y se le acerc\u00f3, dej\u00e1ndole un beso en el mismo sitio donde la\nmisteriosa joven anterior le hab\u00eda dejado uno. El rey, al notar que se iba\nalejando, le pregunt\u00f3 su nombre, pues no pod\u00eda vivir tranquilo sin saber el\napodo de aquella belleza que le hab\u00eda salvado la vida.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<ul class=\"wp-block-list\"><li>Stephanie, \u2014le contest\u00f3, \u2014la reina Lagertha y el monje\nAthelstan me han invocado para curarte, rey Alfred. Si quieres honrarme,\nagrad\u00e9celes a ellos esta segunda oportunidad.<\/li><\/ul>\n\n\n\n<p>Y desapareci\u00f3.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Alfred abri\u00f3 los ojos y se consigui\u00f3\ncon los rostros cansados de las personas que hab\u00edan sido mencionadas por la\njoven que le apareci\u00f3 en la visi\u00f3n y les sonri\u00f3, agradeci\u00e9ndoles de todo\ncoraz\u00f3n el haberle salvado.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<ul class=\"wp-block-list\"><li>Lo que me gustar\u00eda saber, \u2014dijo la reina, \u2014es porqu\u00e9 lo necesitaste. Si te lleg\u00f3 la enfermedad en una visi\u00f3n fue porque te la enviaron mediante magia negra. Entonces, sabemos que esto ocurri\u00f3, pero\u2026<\/li><li>\u00bfQui\u00e9n fue? \u2014Sentenci\u00f3 el rey.<\/li><\/ul>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image\"><img fetchpriority=\"high\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"820\" height=\"312\" src=\"http:\/\/martinemussies.nl\/web\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/01\/Alfred-Lagertha.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-1759\" srcset=\"https:\/\/martinemussies.nl\/web\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/01\/Alfred-Lagertha.png 820w, https:\/\/martinemussies.nl\/web\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/01\/Alfred-Lagertha-300x114.png 300w, https:\/\/martinemussies.nl\/web\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/01\/Alfred-Lagertha-768x292.png 768w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 820px) 100vw, 820px\" \/><figcaption>Alfred as portrayed in <em>The Last Kingdom<\/em> (left) and Lagertha from <em>Vikings<\/em>.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>King Alfred was feeling strange that night, his servants noticed. He  stirred nervously, looked around as if he were waiting for someone to show up, anywhere, and had not eaten a bite all through dinner. This, of  course, alarmed his servants at first, for it was not a very common  attitude of the sovereign, but they soon dismissed any strange ideas  since an important guest from afar, Queen Lagertha, was on her way to  pay him a visit and, of course, to make a request to the king. So with a little  calmer mind, the servants took him to his rooms, dressed him in his sleeping gown, and put him to bed, even in that state which bordered  on paranoia. Quickly the king closed his eyes and fell into a deep  sleep, in which he had the most frightful vision of all.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>He was  alone in an inhospitable place, where no birds sang, without clouds,  where the sky lamented the absence of the sun, looking flat and gray,  taciturn. The man watched around him as the tall grass moved at his feet: without&nbsp;desire, without&nbsp;wind. Amazed, he turned completely about  his  axis, encountering the intense gaze of a young maiden in green robes  adorned with sequins, her skin pale, somewhat yellowish and rough like  parchment, her eyes of a penetrating forest green, and adorning the  chestnut waves of her hair was a somewhat peculiar crown. She did not  appear to be royalty, neither by the way she was dressed nor by the  diadem  she wore. The maiden, with her hard, empty eyes but with a sweet  expression, quickly approached the king and left him a kiss on the cheek for his remembrance. The man wanted to stop her, so he tried to separate her  as much as possible from him, but she held his hands tightly so that he could not move them from their place. Once the kiss had been planted on his  cheek, the maiden disappeared in a blink of the stunned king&#8217;s eye.&nbsp; <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>He was awakened by screams from the outer side of the dream and finally  realized that they were his own. One of his maid servants looked at him with a  worried expression as she changed the wet rag she had placed on his  forehead with a colder one. He felt that he was burning and that his chest was sinking, making it difficult for him to breathe. The king took  his maiden by the hand and asked her what had happened, what was wrong  with him. But the poor girl could not answer him, for she did not know  the answer either and the court physicians had perished. All this seemed  very strange to the king, who ended up fainting because of the pain  breathing caused him. The maid who was attending to him, seeing this,  called the others and begged them to call all the soldiers, who should  look for the monk Athelstan, the last option.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The servants did not know how much time their sovereign had left, and  they bit their nails nervously as they thought about how to improve the  king&#8217;s health before having to make a statement in front of the other  subjects that His Majesty was ill. Meanwhile, all available soldiers and  messengers within the city walls were looking for the monk Athelstan,  several miles away from home. They ended up finding a small hut neither far from the kingdom nor near, but quite close to a Viking village. With extreme caution, the king&#8217;s messengers entered the property, where they got hold of the person they were looking for, on his knees. They told him that the king needed  his prayers urgently, as as they considered him to be the only one who could save him from such a desperate situation. Athelstan hesitantly  accepted and left with the soldiers, entering the palace a few days  later. He examined him thoroughly: he noticed his heavy,  choppy breathing, his dry, parched lips, his sickly white skin, and the  expression of pain on his face. He was not quite sure what had happened,  but he decided to ask the king anyway, who took a whole day to tell him  the story of his strange vision. Once he knew his story, Athelstan  knelt in front of the king&#8217;s bed, placed his hands together, taking King  Alfred&#8217;s hands between his own, and prayed to whatever saint was  listening to his prayer. He prayed for the health of the sovereign for a  whole day and a whole night without rest, neither to eat nor to drink.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Queen Lagertha had arrived a little before the monk Athelstan took a break  from praying and she heard the whole story by mouth of King Alfred&#8217;s servants, and when she noticed that nothing the monk did was of  any use, she decided to take the reins of healing him in her own hands and  sent the maids to fetch candles, coal dust, and freshly cut white daisies. Everything must have come in quantities of seven, not  one more, not one less. Meanwhile, she took off her traditional  sovereign dress and put on a simple white Viking style attire to perform  her ritual.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<ul class=\"wp-block-list\"><li>Monk,&#8221; she said to the religious man, &#8211; what&#8217;s wrong with your prayers, why don&#8217;t they work?<\/li><li>I have lost my faith, Your Majesty. -He answered with his head down.<\/li><li>In your God or in those of mine?<\/li><li>In mine.<\/li><li>Well, I <em>do<\/em> need your help with this ritual. I&#8217;ll need your prayers, ask the gods to save the king. -she said as he dipped two fingers into the first sack of coal.<\/li><\/ul>\n\n\n\n<p>She drew runes and other Viking patterns on both her arms and face. Then she scattered the seven bags of coal so that there would be a high and made a protective circle around the bed of the ruler. She then placed the candles in strategic places in the room and began to dance near the king while she chanted ancient songs and the monk prayed.<br><br>Then the king had a strange vision, similar to the first one he had before he fell ill, but with more color. In the sky were the clouds and the sun, the wind was blowing again, and in front of him was an old willow, who informed him of the attempts of two people close to him to help him overcome this peculiar illness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<ul class=\"wp-block-list\"><li>It is not your time yet, King Alfred. You have a few more things to do before you go. -said the willow.<\/li><\/ul>\n\n\n\n<p>He felt a short and concentrated breeze on the back, so he turned around. Standing behind him was a beautiful young woman with golden hair and eyes as clear as the sky above them, of porcelain skin and white garments, like a Viking. The maiden smiled at him and came over to him, leaving him a kiss in the same place where the mysterious young woman before had left him one before. The king, noticing that she was leaving, asked her name, for he could not live peacefully without knowing the name of that beauty who had saved his life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8211;  Stephanie,&#8221; she answered, &#8220;Queen Lagertha and Monk Athelstan have  summoned me to cure you, King Alfred. If you want to honor me, thank  them for this second chance.<br><br>And she disappeared.<br><br>Alfred  opened his eyes and got up to the tired faces of the people, who were  mentioned by the young woman who appeared to him in the vision, and he  smiled at them, thanking them wholeheartedly for saving him.<br><br>&#8211; What I  would like to know,&#8221; said the queen, &#8220;is why you needed it. If the  disease came to you in a vision it was because it was sent to you by  black magic. So, we know this happened, but&#8230;<br>&#8211; &#8216;\u2026who was it?&#8217;, the King ended her sentence. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I had to brush off my Spanish, but with a little help from my friends, I managed to understand this fanfiction about El rey Alfred by Venezuelan Tumblr user marithesoprano. 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