Vikings: Nordic women

Chapter 46: The Eye-Catching Promise Ring

When conceiving a prosthetic limb, one original idea was to simply fix a crutch to the residual limb.

However, this can make walking awkward and painful, with each step bringing a stabbing pain that goes straight to the broken bones.

She believed that creating such crude objects was a great insult to her identity as a time traveler.

Her ideal prosthesis should be an innovative product that combines shock absorption, grip, foot lifting and shock absorption functions.

However, she couldn't help but wonder, can such a prosthesis really be manufactured under current technological conditions?

In theory, a simplified prosthetic should be possible.

In terms of design, she believes that it is possible to imitate real human limbs, and only some technical challenges need to be resolved.

She envisioned using the movement of the knee joint to control the toe lift and gripping movements of the foot.

Margaret drew a spring on parchment and devised a mechanism that would allow the animal ligaments to be attached and the lifting action of the knee to control the expansion and contraction of the ligaments…

However, in the end, she chose to give up.

After hours of futile efforts, Margaret's hair was already a mess. She finally decided to give up the complicated mechanical design, picked up a wooden stick, and decided to ask a carpenter for help.

She realized that she was not good at mechanical design and knew nothing about these complex mechanical principles.

Under her guidance, the carpenter built a crude prosthesis, which was actually just a fixed pallet and an ordinary wooden stick.

Despite its slightly rough appearance, Margaret didn't think it mattered.

After all, Ralph probably wouldn't care too much about the details.

They went straight to Ralph.

Ralph stood there, one leg as if supported by a stilt, and he looked at his new "leg" in amazement.

"Can I leave?"

"I can walk!"

In excitement, he threw away his crutches and began to limp, his face filled with uncontrollable joy.

His trembling appearance made Margaret a little worried. She was afraid that he would suddenly fall.

Margaret folded her arms across her chest, leaned against the doorframe of the carpenter's house, and looked at Ralph with a smile.

His happiness was as innocent as a child's, which comforted her.

She waved to the carpenter, then took out a few golden peas from her sleeve and gently placed them in the carpenter's palm so that he could share Ralph's happiness.

The smile on the carpenter's face became more sincere as the number of golden peas increased.

Margaret observed the other person's expression. When she saw the third pill, she felt that the other person's face became shocked, so she stopped decisively.

The amount of compensation she gave depended entirely on the other party's satisfaction. Since the carpenter seemed satisfied, she also thought it was enough.

However, the carpenter's reaction was a bit too realistic!

Margaret was disappointed that the carpenter obviously lacked the awareness of serving the lord. She silently gave the carpenter a bad review in her heart and thought that he needed to strengthen his ideological education.

Margaret thought that thinking about money when faced with the opportunity given by the lord was extremely despicable and full of capitalism.

She is irreconcilable with feudal rulers and feudal enemies - capitalists! Moreover, she also shared knowledge!

Out of boredom, she could only entertain herself, mentally imitating the thoughts of the stingy boss who tried to take advantage of her labor for free in her previous life.

There is even a hint of resentment in it!

"Oh, praise you, beautiful Miss Duti, you are so generous!" said the carpenter, looking behind Margaret.

Margaret turned her head. A maid of about 17 or 18 was running towards her in a hurry: "Miss Duti, I finally found you. Lord Polly wants you to go back to the Lord's Hall!"

"What happened?" Margaret asked.

"She didn't say anything, she just asked you to come over!" the maid replied.

Margaret felt a little unhappy, feeling that she was being ordered around.

She looked at Ralph, his smile had faded and he seemed to be thinking about something.

Margaret tried to force a smile and said to him, "See you tomorrow!" Then she left with her maid.

Ralph just stood there quietly, saying nothing.

……

Outside the lord's hall, Margaret looked at the many gorgeous carriages parked there with a hint of curiosity.

Next to the carriage, Yar, the lady and Duti had just arrived and were talking enthusiastically with people they knew.

The carriages looked gorgeous, but Margaret found the clothing tastes of some people a little indescribable.

Her eyes were involuntarily drawn to a man who was so fat that his belly was exposed.

She thought to herself that this kind of dress was really...fashionable!

However, this disharmony did not affect her mood. On the contrary, she felt that the surroundings were full of lively atmosphere.

The servants were busy pulling the lords' carriages to the stables, while the upper-class nobles were chatting and laughing.

At the same time, the faces of the servants were filled with fatigue, forming a vivid reflection of the various aspects of life.

Margaret couldn't help feeling a little fortunate that she belonged to the upper class and didn't have to endure the hard work and fatigue of those at the bottom of society.

"You've gained a lot of weight!" One lord patted the other's belly jokingly.

"Not as fat as you! Can you still pull the bow and arrow?" the other party counterattacked, and the two men laughed.

Margaret couldn't help but twitch her lips as she watched this scene.

The scene of these lords joking with each other was so funny that she wanted to laugh, but for some reason, she couldn't.

She wondered to herself, could they really charge into battle in this state?
However, she soon realized that it was not actually necessary for these lords to lead the charge themselves.

Their duties are more about guidance and command rather than going to the battlefield themselves.

Although they are a little fat, this does not affect their command ability on the battlefield.

If anyone really takes the lead, she will not only not praise him, but will also whip him hard with a whip.

Given the time, the loss of training a lord with rich command experience cannot be compensated by a hundred or so soldiers.

What she hated most was a blacksmith becoming a carpenter, and a carpenter becoming a blacksmith. That would be a disaster!

To put it bluntly, she would rather her soldiers be annihilated than her lord be unharmed. But this statement was unacceptable to the secular world and could never be said.

The Yar people linked their arms, and the topic among them revolved around whose daughter was prettier and whose son had a brighter future.

They compared their outfits with each other and discussed all kinds of gossip.

When the dazzling Margaret appeared, they noticed the oath ring around her neck that symbolized her lordship.

This ring aroused their curiosity, and they all cast their eyes on Margaret. After all, only the head of each lord's family could own it.

(End of this chapter)