‘...yes. Yes, something is definitely wrong here’. You browse the ledgers. You’ve made a habit out of counting in all the sheep into the fold before bedtime, and one little lamb is missing tonight. Sweden, the northern jewel of the Hanseatic trade, has left the league. Hardly a change we can believe in.
Rule, Britannia, Britannia rule the waves! Indeed, but where are her ships? Barely a single cross of St George can be seen waving in the vast expanse between God in his heaven, and the masts and sails in the Lübeck port. It seems England has taken shore leave.
‘I simply asked him if he was making any money. Is that a criticism?’ By the Gods, yes it is. Our Trade League might very well soon be on the verge of bankruptcy if things continue like this. By hook, or by crook, the old racket needs more racketeers.
Enough is enough. Controlling two pieces of land by sea divided should not imply control over the trade that passes between and through them. Flatter and woo them, or raze their cities and salt the earth. Either way, our trade shall flow freely from The Baltic through The Kattegat.