{"id":4584,"date":"2024-08-10T12:18:30","date_gmt":"2024-08-10T12:18:30","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/oera-linda.com\/?page_id=4584"},"modified":"2024-08-17T17:56:31","modified_gmt":"2024-08-17T17:56:31","slug":"author-frethorik","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/oera-linda.com\/?page_id=4584","title":{"rendered":"Author Frethorik"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t
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My name is Frethorik surnamed oera Linda, that is to say, over the Lindens.
At Liudwardia am I chosen to be Asga.<\/p>

Liudwardia is a new thorp within the ramparts of the burgh Liudgarda, whence the name is come into disrepute.
In my time has much happened.
Much had I written thereabout, but afterwards are also many things told to me.
From one and another will I write a story after this book, to honour the good people and dishonour the evil.<\/p>

In my youth heard I complaints all about, a bad time came, a bad time was come.
Frya had forsaken us, her watch maids had she held back, for godlike images were found within our borders.
I burned with curiosity to see the images.<\/p>

In our neighbourhood hobbled an old maid, in and out of the houses, always talking about bad times.
I turned along side of her.
She stroked my chin.
Now I became bold and asked her if she would once show me the bad time and the images.
She laughed good-naturedly and brought me upon the burgh.
An old man asked me if I could read and write.
No, said I.
Then must you first go and learn said he, otherwise may it not be shown to you.
Daily went I to the scribe to learn.<\/p>

Eight years later, I heard that our burghmaid had committed whoredom and some burghers had committed treason with the Magy and many people were on their side.<\/p>

Strife came everywhere.
There were children who revolted against their elders.
In secret were the upstanding people murdered.
The old maid who had exposed everything was found dead in a ditch.
My dad, who was a judge, would have wrack for (avenge) her.
At night was he murdered in his house.<\/p>

Three years later was the Magy boss without dispute.
The Saxons remained pious and upstanding.
To them fled all good people.
My mom died over it.<\/p>

Now did I as the others.<\/p>

Inscribed by Frethorik’s wife Wiljo:<\/p>

Frethorik, my husband is become 63 years old.
In a hundred and eight years is he the first of his family who has died peacefully, all others are succumbed to blows, therefore that all fought with their own and foreign people for right and duty.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t

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