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CZ Loko is delivering the first six EffiShunter 300 locomotives out of ten to PKP Intercity, having left Česká Třebová for Poland on 26 October. The remaining four locomotives will be delivered by March 2023. Jan Kutálek, Commercial Director, CZ Loko, said: “In the past, we had several projects in Poland, but this delivery of small EffiShunters is a major and important project for the Polish…

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Brandvarm Harder is ready to chase the EC: 'She means everything to the national team'

The national team's talisman shows great form for his club. (Photo: © Kim Price, Associated Press)

After a training camp in Marbella's milder weather in February, it is a slightly different backdrop that Pernille Harder and the rest of the Danish national team have arrived for, ahead of the European Championship qualifiers against the Czech Republic and Belgium.

With heavy rain as the backdrop at the hotel in Viborg and the prospect of sleet and artificial turf later in the day, there is no doubt what the Danish national team captain would choose if the opportunity presented itself.

- It was great to be in Marbella, but it's the tournament matches that you think are fun. I'm looking forward to getting out and playing for something, says the 31-year-old profile.

And it's no wonder that Pernille Harder looks forward to playing football every time she steps on the field these days.

The last five games have featured four goals, two assists and a decisive penalty kick in the German cup semi-final for the big club Bayern Munich.

After a long period of constant bumps in the road, including in the form of injuries, it thus appears that the offensive ace has hit top speed again.

Pernille Harder has had a good start to 2024 at Bayern Munich. (Photo: © Matthias Schrader, Associated Press)

Doesn't fly up when things are going well

Before this week's meeting, national coach Andree Jeglertz has also tripped to meet his captain with open arms. The aforementioned injury period has to that extent patched up Jeglertz's takeover of the national team, and although Harder has still delivered, a little extra confidence is not to be missed.

- When a player comes in with confidence and a feeling that she is in good shape, it rubs off on the other players. So when Pernille does it, we are happy, says Jeglertz.

Having said that, the 52-year-old Swede has never been prone to deep wrinkles, even though everything may not have gone smoothly for Denmark's biggest star.

- I think she has a fairly mature mindset. She doesn't fly up when things are going well, or fall too deep when things are going the other way. You can really feel an experienced player who can handle both success and adversity, says Andree Jeglertz.

Experienced, or just a world star with your feet firmly buried in the Jutland soil?

Regardless, the most important thing for the protagonist himself is to feel comfortable on the field.

Pernille Harder is ready to turn out for the national team again. (Photo: © LUISA GONZALEZ, Ritzau Scanpix)

Means everything to the national team

Regardless of whether Harder is successful at his club or not, there is no doubt that the captain is a vital part of the Danish national team.

In the last three games, there have been four goals for Denmark's number ten, and therefore the long-term team-mate Sanne Troelsgaard is also pleased that her captain is coming into the Danish camp hot.

- I love being on the team with her, and the fact that she is Danish, I think we benefit from that. When we have a captain who enjoys playing and is in great form, it naturally rubs off on the rest of the team, says Sanne Troelsgaard, before emphasizing Harder's importance to the Danish team.

- She means everything to the national team and IS the national team. Not least in our offensive, where she must shine and take responsibility. She performs every weekend and scores a lot of goals. I hope we can benefit from that here, and get her to play well so that she can decide it, says Sanne Troelsgaard.

Even though the rain falls in thigh-deep rays, the weather forecast calls for sleet, and the legwear needs a little extra treatment after the 120-minute cup semi-final on Sunday, at least it's nothing that seems to affect Pernille Harder's desire to get out and give it gas on the football field in the next two games.

Behind the smile, however, there are also a pair of steely eyes, as the fiery striker is asked about the matches against the Czech Republic and Belgium.

- We must have six points and so on. That is absolutely certain, says Pernille Harder.

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The 1º of May we celebrated 20 years of:

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Sweden now considers sending Gripen fighters to Ukraine

Fernando Valduga By Fernando Valduga 09/13/2023 - 12:00 in Military, War Zones

Sweden is currently considering the option of providing JAS39 Gripen fighters to Ukraine as a potential donation.

This was reported by the SVT agency, citing the Swedish radio station Ekot as the source. The government is expected to issue instructions to its armed forces, possibly as early as September 14, 2023, to assess the implications of the transfer of these aircraft.

The main considerations for Sweden include understanding how this transfer can impact its defense capabilities and the schedule for the acquisition of replacement fighters for its air force. The government is particularly interested in assessing the effects on Sweden's defense capabilities and the speed at which new Gripen fighters can be acquired.

The Swedish Armed Forces are expected to present their assessment in November, after which the government will make a decision on the potential transfer of fighters to Ukraine.

Although Ukrainian pilots allegedly tested Swedish JAS39 Gripen fighters in August, Swedish authorities previously declared that there were no plans to transfer these jets to Ukraine. However, the Swedish opposition called for such a transfer on the condition that Ukraine join NATO.

Magdalena Andersson emphasized the strategic importance of strengthening Ukraine's air defense to prevent Russian advances, stating that a JAS39 Gripen fighter could be a valuable resource for Ukraine.

However, the Swedish Social Democratic Party urged the government to carry out an in-depth analysis of the impact on Sweden's defense, the necessary training for Ukrainian pilots and the logistics involved in the delivery of the aircraft.

Currently, the Swedish Air Force operates 94 Gripen aircraft, including 70 of version C and 24 of version D. Sweden ordered a total of 204 aircraft, 98 currently in use by the Swedish Air Force, 32 used and dismantled, 28 leased to the Czech Republic and Hungary, 12 sold to Thailand, 4 used as a flying laboratory and 4 lost in accidents. In addition, 2 aircraft were preserved in museums.

To keep about 30 aircraft deactivated, the A/B version will serve as a platform for upgrading to the E/F version. Sweden intends to maintain a fleet of 60 E version aircraft in its air force.

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Session 2: Updates on UNFC Implementation in Europe and Beyond.

Moderators: Ghadi Sabra, Politecnico di Torino

UNFC Developments and Progress

UNFC Progress in mining wastes – Ronald Arvidsson, Senior Geophysicist, Geological Survey of Sweden (SGU)

Development and Application of a UNFC-Compliant Classification Methodology for Aluminum Scrap Recovery Projects - Marina von Vietinghoff-Scheel, German Minerals Agency, German Geological Survey (DERA, BGR)

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The Samojuda

King Claudius VII of Milan Rosae sets off on a hunting party to avoid the annoyance that is his pregnant wife, only for a thunderstorm to change his life forever. (TW: misogyny, especially regarding pregnancy, and general sexist entitlement. discussions of death during childbirth and infant death and thoughts that imply a desire for infanticide. )

A note: This story takes place around 1000 in Eastern Europe in a fictional country between the present-day Czech Republic, German, Polnd, and Slovakia. There are references to events and countries that many may not know and will be described here, along with other terms from the time period, Czech words, and relevant Czech folk refrences:

Holy Roman Empire: an empire in western and central Europe that was a dominant political power for almost 10 centuries, established in 800 and lasting till 1806. It was the Middle Ages equivalent of a superpower.

Byzantine Empire: Formally the Eastern Roman Empire, was the continuation of the Roman Empire in Constantinople during the Middle Ages. Also a 'superpower'.

Pomerania: a historical region split between Poland and Germany. Was once a part of the Holy Roman Empire, and in this story, specifically references the location of modern-day Poland

Duchy of Bohemia: a monarchy and a principality of the Holy Roman Empire in the Middle Ages. It was formed around 870 by Czechs.

The Schism of 1212: An extension of the East-West Schism, also known as the Great Schism, between the Roman Catholic and Eastern Orthodox churches in 1054

Šumava: A large forest in the Czech Republic bordering what was the Holy Roman Empire that surrounds a mountain range of the same name that is often also referred to as the Murmurring Mountains.

Vydra: A large river in the Czech Republic near the Šumava nicknamed the Mighty Otter.

Ride of the King: A celebratory parade to honor the Christian holiday, Pentecost, occuring shortly after Easter.

Vassal: A person who holds land from a feudal lord (or, in this case, a king) and receives protection in return for homage and allegiance.

Matka: Mother in Czech.

Azhdaya: a three-headed dragon who dwells in mountainous regions.

Baždarica: Fae that lived in the mountains. They protect springs and rivers that run through mountains, and if a wandering person wanted to drink some water from a spring or cross a river, a certain price would have to be paid.

Rusalka: Deadly water and river spirits. Women who had committed suicide by drowning themselves or were killed near water came back as rusalka to avenge their deaths by luring young men to rivers and drowning them in the water.

Vodníci: mischievous water spirits who were fickle in their decision to drown or not drown swimmers. They would store the souls of the drowned in teapots. Fishermen ask the vodník for help by placing a pinch of tobacco in the water and saying.

Samojuda: the Czech version of the Slavik vila, a nymph-like fae found in forests and beside ponds and rivers. They have complex relationships with humans, sometimes violent and sometimes apathetic, but are known to thrust children upon disrespectful women and hold disdain for men.

Ece was pregnant. Her stomach was swollen, her belly button poking out as stretchmarks made vines across the taut, cellulite-puckered flesh, like lichen across stone or ivy creeping up brick. The baby--their baby-- kicked often, shifting beneath the skin of her belly, and Claudius took great pride in feeling the fluttering movement under the palm of his hand as he rested it on Ece’s stomach. Their boy (because it would be a boy, Claudius was sure of it) would be strong, with arms as mighty and unwavering as its kicks against the wall of its mother’s womb. Ece was due any day now, maybe even any hour, as a drowsy spring stretched on outside the castle windows, Claudius could hardly contain his excitement, just as he could barely hold back the growing annoyance he felt towards his wife. Her vomiting, her crying, her whines of pain and backache as she grew larger, her once beautiful body now ruined with child, all grated on him like porcupine quills against fresh mountain spruce.

Ece and Claudius’ marriage hadn’t been born out of love, but instead a treaty between a rich walled kingdom that gnawed on the tail of the Roman Byzantine Empire, and Milan Rosae, the heart of the East. Nestled between Pomerania, the fiercely held vassal of the Holy Roman Empire, and the Duchy of Bohemia, back before the Schism of 1212 split the world apiece, Milan Rosae was a place of beauty that, in Claudius’ opinion, rivaled no other. Surrounded by the Šumava, a towering roof of green spruce that clung against the sides of the Murmuring Mountains, Milan Rosae was protected from the reaching claws of the Holy Roman Empire, entrance granted only to those who could brave her forests and the Vydra, the Mighty Otter, a river that cut through the green and brought with it icy lakes and peat bogs. Together, Lady Ece-- now queen, now the mother of his child-- and King Claudius the VII of Milan Rosae had made a loveless marriage and successful allegiance, one that would soon bear an heir.

Claudius shifted in his saddle. Technically, a royal hunt could have (and probably should have) been put off until little Alois was born, but Claudius couldn’t spend another damn day with Ece. If he had to listen to his wife vomit all over her swollen belly again he might might tear out what little hair he had left. He’d taken to having her sleep in a guest suite; Claudius couldn’t spend another night listening to her sniveling. No, what he needed was fresh air and the company of his men, not Ece’s displaced humors, and a hunt would provide just that. Ece had pitched a fit of course, as all women did, whimpering something about how she couldn’t be left alone when the birth was so close, and how frightened she was to pass the boy without a hand to hold, but frankly, Claudius had no intention of being there when she did pop his boy out. Too much blood and shit and organs. He’d much prefer his only memories of his wife naked be when he thrust himself in and filled her with his children, not when she was shitting and bleeding all over herself, thank you very much. As long as he could hold a baby boy soon, he was happy.

For all Ece knew, the royal hunt was to find a great Azhdaya out where the base of the mountains met the top of the towering spruces of the Šumava. Claudius and his men would take down the beast, a demonic wryn with three heads, a personal insult to the Trinity, and make a headboard for the newborn prince from its breastbone. In truth, Claudius was just ready to be alone in the wilderness and wild, with only his vassals and knights by his side, sword in one hand and bow in the other, his hounds gnashing their teeth and yanking on the lead as they smelled the air for the scent of dragon. Claudius was ready to let them loose, to swing his sword and spill blood; Ece, as beautiful as she was, was desperate to emasculate, constantly caring on about the importance of kisses and gentle touches. Claudius did not approve of striking women-- he was a Godly man, after all-- but sometimes Ece’s nauseating need to be held at night after fucking tested him. Hopefully, the baby would provide an outlet for her, but until the baby came, Claudius needed an outlet for the pent-up frustration his wife brought, and dragon hunting was just what he needed. Death called to him, singing a song of glory and freedom, and Claudius was more than happy to answer that call.

Claudius clicked his tongue, and with a sharp flick of his reins, the horse moved forward. The spring had been mild, the Ride of the King untouched by rain or wind, a sign of good to come. The festival and parade had been grand, and Claudius had been proud to sit above it all and watch the Pentecostal presesion march by. May was nearly halfway through, and soon the breath of summer would blow across the treetops of the Šumava and turn the capital city sweltering, but until then, Claudius would enjoy the end of the peaceful showers that had fallen all week. They turned the greenery of the forest a bright emerald, the plants soaking up the moisture like a sponge did lye, and the ground was spongey with moss beneath his horse’s hooves. Mist and moisture hung in the air, the humidity almost uncomfortable as it sunk into his chest. Arnold rode in step with Claudius’ horse. The vassal was a good soldier, loyal and reverent with a touch of bloodlust that excited Claudius at every joust and hunt, and, had his family not been as brown-blooded as they came, Claudius would have called the man a friend.

“I smell a storm coming, my Liege,” Arnold said, his horse walking a respectable five feet behind and to the left of Claudius’ own. He craned his head back to look at the towering spruces around them, and Claudius took in a deep breath in. Yes, he could feel the humidity of a coming rain in his lungs. It was coming, and soon. Rainstorms meant the Vydra would swell, bringing with her all sorts of creatures, ones that Claudius would very much like to avoid. That was the downside of a forest as majestic as the Šumava, bordered on all sides by the Murmmuring Mountains. Poets had compared the spruces of Claudius’ forest to giants, great living creatures of wood reaching up with holy branches so high that they could shake hands with God. With her protection, Claudius need not fear the Holy Roman Empire, nor Pomerania or the Duchy of Bohemia. Should the massive trees fail to deter invaders, then her tenants certainly would; after all, it wasn’t just bark and roots and tree nettles that could be found there on the first floor. No, the Šumava carried with it secrets-- grand, dangerous secrets.

Fae. Samojuda and Vila, Baždarica and Rusalka, even Vodník all made their homes amongst Claudius’ trees, on the banks of its river and lakes, up in the branches and down in unmarked graves. Father Michael would surely click his tongue and shake his head to hear Claudius speak of such things, but it was the simple truth. Strange creatures lived in the forest, with too-big eyes and too-long teeth, who spoke with gentle, booming voices of promises that could not be broken and threats that sounded as pretty as clinking pearls and breaking china. Claudius believed in the fae; it was foolish not to, and now, as they moved through the wet glittering spruce s, they felt close.

“Aye,” Gregory said in reply to Arnold’s repeated statement. Arnold had a nasty habit of jabbering, a little too fond of his own voice. In contrast, Gregory, the newest and youngest of his knights, was quiet and self-contained. He carried promise, if he’d simply harden his heart a tad. He was too kind, too mushy, and it would bite him in the ass sooner than later, and when it did, Claudius was not going to bail the man out of his troubles. “It reeks of lightning. Should we turn back, my Lord?”

Claudius hummed, peering up at the sky. The sky couldn’t open up, not now while they were deep in the forest away from warmth and shelter. They hadn’t even heard a sniffle from the Azhdaya, let alone a roar, and Claudius had no desire to return empty-handed. That, and, should it rain, his new doublet, a fine green thing that perfectly complimented the foliage, would be ruined by the mud, which would be an absolute shame.

“Give it an hour more,” He said, giving his horse and slight squeeze with his knees and sending it off from a slow, steady trot to a canter. “If the sky darkens anymore, we shall turn back.” The two men nodded, turning in their saddles to repeat the order to the other vassals and knights present. The party pressed closer together and spurred on their horses, moving through the spruce like snakes through tall grass. Claudius was beginning to debate picking up the pace even more when, as if the sky had been waiting for the decision, the clouds split. The grey clouds had been deceptively small, and now as the sky wept Claudius was sure this would be far from a simple spring shower. Damn it.

Arnold swore, jerking his horse to a stop, Gregory not far behind, and then a flash of lightning lit up the sky with a crack. Deceptively small indeed, Claudius thought as he jerked his horse back. The lightning had been close, dangerously so-- they should turn around. Claudius turned to shout the order to Arnold when another pearl of lightning came down from the sky, striking a tree not even a hundred yards away in a spray of light and heat. The tree split with a scream, drowned out by the sound of thunder, swaying once before tilting back, then forwards, with such speed that it seemed to outrun the very raindrops. Arnold let out a shout, calling for Claudius, but the tree had already fallen, crashing to the ground between Claudius and his men. Claudius’ horse reared up in surprise, eyes wild and ears flattened, and Claudius struggled to grip its slick leather.

“Calm down, you beast!” Claudus yelled over the rain, jamming his heels into the horse’s sides; it ran. Clinging to it desperately, fear beginning to creep over his anger, Claudius pressed himself close over the horse’s mane. Still delirious, the stupid beast leaped over the tree that was already taking flame, and bolted, taking off into the trees. Behind him, Arnold shouted, the words lost to the wind, and Claudius could do nothing but grit his teeth and struggle to stay in his saddle as the horse wove through the trees. The forest had quickly become dark with rain, the sky now completely blanketed with violent clouds, the only light the blinding flash of lighting every few minutes. The horse squealed at a particularly large flash, rearing back and shaking its head, and the leather was too wet, the rain too thick, the spring air too electric—Claudius’ hands slipped from the reins and as the horse spun directions he was flung off, back into a tree, smacking his head against the bark, ripping hair and flesh as he tumbled to the ground. He didn’t have the time to think of his wife, of his unborn baby, even of Arnold or Gregory; he didn’t think at all, just fell to the wet, muddy ground, head spiraling and dim as a snuffed candle.

When he woke, the forest was dark. Claudius pulled himself from the ground with a sound of disgust. Mud crusted his new doublet, thoroughly ruining it, and he was soaked to the skin. Moss clung to his beard, vines wrapped ‘round his legs— it took maneuvering to free himself from them, from the mud that had sucked him down like a yearning lover. With a grunt he struggled to his feet; the forest was silent. The rain had stopped, but the ground was covered in rippling waters a good few inches deep. The sky was clear of clouds, but still dark, the stars dim and the moon gone. There was no light in this night, no north star, and Claudius frowned as he brushed off his trousers.

“Arnold!” He yelled, turning in a circle, taking in the soaked trees. “Gregory!”

Nothing.

Fuck.

His men wouldn’t abandon him, of that Claudius was sure, and his idiot of a steed—which was now, of course, nowhere to be found—couldn’t have dragged him far. But it had been light when the rain started, and now the sky was a black velvet blanket, and Claudius was clueless as to how much time had passed. He squinted through the holy spruce s—the stars were limp and dull, unusually so. He sighed.

“Arnold! Gregory! I’m here!” He shouted, knowing the words wouldn’t travel far in the soaked, mossy fingers of the forest, and refusing to let the concern growing in his heart enter his voice.

“Damn it all, you idiots, here I am!”

Nothing, not a sound, not even the chirp of summer insects or the sway of mice and such through the graces. Perfect silence. It made Claudius’ hair stand on end. He could sit and wait, but then his trousers would get wet, and he was growing anxious. How far had the horse dragged him?

How far from home was he?

Suddenly, a low, mournful sound cut through the silence of the night like a blade through butter, and Claudius’ heart skipped a beat. Wolves. He turned to the giant spruces around him and took a steadying breath. He had a sword and knew well how to use it, but one man against a pack of beasts was still unfortunate odds. He could climb a tree and wait up there, but the thought of being surrounded by a pack throughout the night, perched precariously and shivering on high branches as they slobbered and panted, waiting out their hunger was terrifying, and while Claudius knew he was a strong man in good health, he was unsure how long he could hold himself up. He could—

The mourning voices came again, louder, longer, closer, and Claudius’ well-thought planning left his mind entirely. He turned on heel and ran, breaking through the trees, water and mud sucking at his boots, spruce needles clawing at his face and ruined doublet, and Claudius knew that surly the wolves were just behind him, their foaming gums and teeth gnashing at his ankles.

(The wolves were, in truth, far from Claudius and cared nothing for his fear, instead letting forth cries of grief and sorrow. After all, the lumberer had died today, her sweet breath gone and her gentle heart stopped. No longer would she run with wolves, no longer would she feed them the finest parts of the deer from her hand. No longer would she scare away hunters and clap in delight at the wolves’ song. The lumberer was gone, dead and cooling, and the wolves cried for her The stars and moon dimmed their lights in mourning, and the sky opened its clouds in her memory—the very spruces themselves mourned, as did the fair folk that lived in them. The lumberer had died and the whole forest hung its head.)

Claudius ran until his genteel blood pounded in his ears. The trees clawed at him, furious that a mere mortal would disturb their mourning, and it seemed to Claudius that the whole forest seemed to wish to devour him. He pulled his riding cloak tighter around him as if that could somehow protect him from the fury of the creatures that stalked the trees at night, until he came stumbling into a clearing that, despite his many years living beside and hunting inside the spruces, he did not recognize. And there, in the center very, like the spruces had politely moved to make just enough room for it, was a house.

House was clearly an overstatement—the wood was warped and swollen, the nails rusted, the door uneven and crooked on its hinges—but it was a home, radiating warmth and care. The late lumberer’s home radiated warmth, the kind that could never be found in a court or a castle. Piles upon piles of wood, somehow untouched by the rain, sat proudly by the side of the wall, ready to be cultivated into fine lumber, a sprawling garden of all wonderous things took up the right wall of the home. Vines curled protectively around the pane-less windows. Claudius squeezed the rain and mud from his doublet, straightened the crown on his head, and knocked on the door, kicking the gunk from his boots on the edge of the welcome step.

Nothing.

He knocked again.

“I stand before you as King Claudius Rampars the VIII of Milan Rosae, King of this land and the Šumava forest, and demand you open your door.” He called. He could hear shuffling inside, and the sound of stifled cries, and huffed. How dare they not open when he called? Who did this idiot think they were anyway? He grabbed the doorknob and tested it—unlocked, and unlatched. Very well. If this was what he needed to do to make himself known, then he’d happily let himself in. After all, as king, every door belonged to him, every room and house and home. Claudius, with little care of the coming consequences, flung the door open, and stepped inside.

A woman sat by the fire. Claudius immediately turned his eyes—it seemed she’d mistaken living alone for living in heathenry, and sat in just her skirts, her bare flat chest open for all to see, exposing creamy flesh and plump curves of fat that rolled across her hips. She hissed something in some barbaric, unfamiliar language and drew herself up, impossibly tall with clear, too-wide dark eyes and hair the color of starlight tumbling in rich waves down her back. She turned her eyes upon him, and at that moment a word was whispered deep in the back of Claudius’ head: samojuda. But that couldn’t be so. The samojuda, those beautiful women of another world, lived along the Otter, not in shacks in clearings where the closest water was a hand-dug well.

“What in the Great Hells do you think you are doing?” The forest woman spat, the power in her words raising the hair along Claudius’ spine, and for a moment the look in the strange woman’s dark eyes was enough to spur fear in Claudius, fear he didn’t quite understand. But then there came a soft sound and a wail that seemed to shake the very floorboards from a box nuzzled close to the fire. The woman let out a pained gasp and rushed to the box on the ground, softly shushing it, before gathering up a bundle of wool and skin—a baby. Small, painfully small, no more than a day old, with tan olive skin and bare swirls of auburn, brown-red hair, face scrunched up near in pain as it (he?) screamed.

“Shh, shh, hush little one, all is well, Matka is here,” the woman whispered, bouncing him desperately, and Claudius waited for someone with milk-filled breasts to come from deeper in the home to feed the clearly starving child, but instead the woman just held him close, face pale and shaky, eyes wild.

“Well?” Claudius said, watching the baby’s shriveled up face, “Aren’t you going to feed him?”

“I… I can’t,” the woman said, painfully soft. “I have no breasts, nor a way to make milk. I’m not his birth mother.”

Claudius scanned the small home for the mother—there was the fire, a loft, and little else, and no mother in sight.

“Then where is she?” He asked and the woman flinched, clinging tighter to the baby.

“She’s dead. I—she was sick, I tried to stop the bleeding, but it all happened so fast, and, and…”

The woman buried her face in the bare chest of the baby. “I don’t know what I’m going to do without her,” she said with a soft sob, “I can’t feed him. I’ve tried with a rag and some goat milk, but he won’t latch. Every child I’ve created from the forest I haven’t thought of for a moment after I rid myself of them, but he… he has his mother’s eyes, I cannot… I cannot watch him die.”

The woman took a shuddering breath. “I wish he had died with his mother. At least then it would have been quick. Now he will starve, long and slow, and I can do nothing to stop it.”

Slowly, the baby quieted, and the woman’s eyes, dull in her skull, softened. “My little boy…” she whispered, brushing a finger over his closed eyelid, “my precious little boy.”

Claudius shifted uncomfortably in the doorway.

“Does he have a name?”

The woman let out a bitter laugh. “Why bother? He’ll be dead in a few days.”

“Will he be baptized?”

The woman’s face twisted. “Absolutely not.”

“Why? You’re not some heathen in the woods, are you?” Claudius said with a scoff, and the woman turned her dark eyes to him, shining with something malicious.

“Watch your words, your Majesty.” She spat, and Claudius took a step back without thinking too.

“I—”

“You know nothing of how this forest works, its history, its people, its magic. Nothing!” She said, taking a strong step forward, soon nose to nose with Claudius, her baby nearly pinned between them.

“Leave.” She said, “Leave this place. Forget me, forget the babe, go back to where you came from, king. You are unwelcome here.”

And then the baby began to cry. Weaker this time, quieter, less a wail and more a wrecked sob, and the woman swore, rocking him gently.

“Look what you’ve done.” She hissed, “Won’t you let us die in peace?”

Claudius’ mouth stuttered. “I—”

“Is it too much to ask for a creature and her baby to die, together and warm and unbothered?”

“Ma’am—”

“Don’t ma’am me when you barged into my home!”

The baby’s cries had become screams, and tears had begun to drip down the woman’s face, and Claudius’ insides shriveled. Never in his life had he seen a baby cry up close, and the scrunched flesh and watery eyes gutted him in a way nothing had before. His baby would look like this. His Alois, his son, his heir. Would he die too if Ece were to pass before she could hold him to her breast?

No. No, Ece wouldn’t pass, and even if she did, God protect her, Alois would have a wet nurse and a million men and women and court folk who would happily hold him to their breast. Alois would have everything, and this woman (Woman? Creature? Samojuda?) would have nothing.

“I am a king,” he said softly, and the woman’s face twisted with a sneer.

“Oh, truly?” She said mockingly, and Claudius held up a hand.

“Please, listen. I am a king—I have access to many resources and many pregnant and nursing ladies and lords and nobles who would bend over backward to please me. If I asked, they would welcome your baby into their crest in an instant.”

The woman stopped, mouth hanging open. “I… are you…?”

“It is a generous offer, but one I am willing to hold myself to.”

The woman cradled her baby even closer to her chest. “You would?” She whispered, and Claudius felt himself nod, not even sure he was doing so.

The woman took a step back. Between them, the baby had quieted. She walked back to the fire and slowly sunk down to the box, sitting on its edge, and began to hum. Claudius found himself entranced by her song, her sound, like sweet dew and warm sunlight, and a deep breath after a dip in cold water. She waved him over and slowly, he moved to her side and sat beside her.

“What was the mother’s name?” He asked softly, and the woman took his hand, guiding it to the baby’s head. Claudius wondered at his wispy hair, at his wise, dark eyes and the baby smiled at him. Claudius smiled back.

“She was a lumberer,” The woman said, “my beloved, a great woodworker. She wooed me with little carvings and statuettes, carved them till her hands bled, and left them for me to find, until I fell in love with the little things and then, slowly, with her. She was beautiful, with skin like an oak leaf, hair like a river, and eyes like starlight. She loved the world unabashedly, loved the wolves and the buzzards and the worms as much as she did the flowers and the larks. She was my little lark. She… she always had a long on her lips, and we joined in bed together, so ready to raise a little one… We were overjoyed when she became fat with child.”

The reverent look on her face faded, replaced with a bitterness that made Claudius shiver. “She grew pregnant, that’s for sure. Then sick, and then bloody, and then dead.”

“My wife, she is with child, too,” Claudius said. “A boy, I’m sure of it, and I will name him Alois, after the mighty warriors, so he will grow to be strong and unbreakable.”

“Strong and unbreakable,” the woman said softly, “isn’t that a wonderful thought? Maybe my boy will be the same. Will you, beloved? Will you be strong and unbreakable?”

The baby gurgled up at him. Claudius was struck with a sudden warmth despite the chill of his wet clothes and couldn’t tear his eyes from the boy. He was perfect in every way, with his olive skin, dark eyes, and auburn red hair.

“He shall be,” Claudius said, and the softness in his chest scared him. Claudius was not a soft person, but beside this baby, his heart felt as mushy as a rotten apple, as sweet as sugar syrup. He felt… weak before this baby, and for a moment a stalk of fear struck him. How could something so small be so powerful? It was almost… otherworldly. Claudius glanced at the baby’s mother and her too-big eyes, her pale hair, her unashamed half-nakedness. What kind of woman was this, alone in the woods with a lumberer as her only company? Who was she, to be so content without civilization, so without civility that she’d sit without anything to cover her chest while before a man, a king? Was her lumberer just as uncivilized?

The baby’s eyes had slipped shut, and the woman ran fingers across his tan cheeks.

“Sleep, worldly king,” She said. “Take the spot by the fire. My boy and I shall take the loft. Enjoy the warmth, and dry yourself. We shall leave early in the morning for your kingdom.”

Claudius perked at that. “You can take me home?”

“Aye. I know these woods better than any else. I can take you to the forest’s edge where the walls that surround your kingdom are. A walled kingdom with a walled capital. How strange—are the bricks to keep all out, or all in?”

Claudius pursed his lips. “The Holy Roman Empire--”

The woman waved a hand. “I have no care for petty human politics. You all die in the end.”

“And you do not?”

The woman looked to Claudius with faraway eyes and gave no answer. Claudius shuddered.

“Take the spot by the fire,” The woman said again, and Claudius nodded without even thinking too. The woman bundled the baby to her chest and moved deeper into the home to the loft, murmuring to the child and not giving Claudius a second glance. Claudius sat, bewildered, and finding he couldn’t speak as he watched the bare back of the woman (samojuda, samojuda, samojuda…). He found his thoughts somehow both tumultuous and tangled while also cold and frozen. The fire couldn’t seem to thaw them.

He knew then he would never be able to sleep.

Still, Claudius curled up on the fur on the floor, close to the hot coals, and closed his eyes. He’d take the boy in the morning, but until then… until then he would share a home with a fae and the spring storm howling just outside the paneless windows.

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Claudius woke slowly, his eyes heavy and his mouth foul tasting, and furrowed his brow. Something low and melodic drifted through the air, and he sat up. Someone was humming, breaking up the tune with a flurry of words, and Claudius slowly stood. It was likely the woman, spending as much time cradling her baby as she could before she lost him forever. Claudius approached the ladder to the loft, ears perked, as the woman stopped humming and began to speak in a low, husky voice, heavy and thick with magic. Claudius felt gooseflesh ripple across his skin at the sound of it. Power was heavy in it, and Claudius knew in that moment that this woman was far from mortal. The word ‘samojuda’, that beautiful forest spirit, echoed in his head.

Samojuda, samojuda, samojuda…

He stepped up on the first rung of the ladder and strained his ears as the samojuda continued to speak.

“My sweet, brave little boy," the samogude sang to the baby, "Before you leave me forever, I call upon the Fates to bless you and keep you. I ask they give you the gift of dangerous trials. May they temper your heart into shining steel. I ask they give you the gift of compassion- may you be just and good to all men.”

The samojuda took a deep, shaky breath, and Claudius could hear love and despair in it.

“Little one… I ask they give you the gift of love, true, deep love, like that of your mothers. May you find love that never wavers or breaks. May you be loved by great things— may you live lavishly and be loved by someone greater than all else, who can spoil you as much as they adore you. May you… may you love and be loved by a child born to a king!”

Claudius dropped down the ladder and sunk to his knees. No. No, no! His insides shivered in his chest; the fae had great influence over the Fates, and a decision made by those women was impossible to avoid-- that damn samojuda, should the Fates follow her wishes, had just damned a king’s child to a wretched fate. To marry a lumberer’s child… the thought made him nauseous. Claudius' heart twisted with disgust at the thought of some half-blooded creature marrying into a court. Clausius suddenly chilled. If he took this child into his court, right after the birth of his own child the chances... the chances... His stomach rolled, and he pressed a hand to his mouth. He couldn't allow it. He wouldn't damn his unborn child to such a life. Fuck promises made, fuck agreements, that child could never step foot in a court. Never.

Claudius would protect his child from such a monstrous fate; the only question was how.

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The recharging before the European Championships in England is in full swing. In the Swedish senior European Championship squad, on site in Carden Park outside Chester, there are ten players who have previously won gold in the youth championship.

Two European Championship golds, one in 2012 and 2015, are the result.

- It's been ten years since I played myself so it's fun. Maybe those players will come up here again in ten years, we'll see, says Lina Hurtig who was involved in winning the F19-EC gold in 2012.

Ahead of the upcoming championships in England, the younger Swedish abilities will play their European Championships in the Czech Republic.

And on Wednesday, it's time for the semi-final against difficult Spain, who won two matches and played a draw in the group stage.

The progress inspires the players in England and before the semi-final, the stars take the opportunity to send greetings to the F19 team.

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Poland will receive 8 Apache helicopters from U.S. stock before a contract for 96 helicopters

Fernando Valduga By Fernando Valduga 05/10/23 - 14:00 in Helicopters

The Polish military will soon begin training on how to operate the AH-64 Apache helicopters, before the delivery of eight aircraft from the U.S. surplus stock.

“The U.S. army will provide Poland with Apache helicopters from its own resources, even before signing the contract for the purchase of 96 helicopters,” said Deputy Prime Minister Mariusz Blaszczak after the meeting with U.S. Secretary of Defense Lloyd J. Austin, on May 5.

The topics of discussion also included Polish-American military cooperation, the security situation on the eastern flank of NATO and in Europe, the deepening of military interoperability and the US military presence in Poland.

Gathered in Washington, Polish Defense Minister Mariusz Blaszczak and U.S. Secretary of Defense Lloyd J. Austin, signed the Reciprocal Defense Acquisition Agreement, and the U.S. agreed to provide an initial batch of 8 used Apache attack helicopters, while Poland awaits the new Apaches it intends to order. (Photo: U.S. Department of Defense)

Speaking of strengthening the Polish Armed Forces, building interoperability and acquiring Boeing Apache helicopters, the head of the Ministry of Defense emphasized that these are among the best machines in its category.

“Since the founding of our republic, Americans and Poles have fought side by side,” Austin said. "And the bond between our two countries continues to strengthen to this day. In fact, without the tremendous contributions of Poland, we would never have been able to do so much for Ukraine after the indefensible invasion of Russia,” Austin said.

U.S. ground forces will provide Poland with eight helicopters, and the training of Polish pilots should begin in a few weeks. The helicopters will go to eastern Poland next year, Blaszczak said.

He added that the helicopters will go to the eastern flank of NATO, to the 18ª Mechanized Division.

Last year, Poland expressed its desire to buy 96 Apache helicopters, although it is not clear when deliveries will take place.

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