The prototype air revolver, unofficially named RY1 for Revolver Sejd 1, is a rather primitive creation compared to the pump-action rifles, but it doesn't need much. Experience with the air rifle prototype and the pump action rifles made this project surprisingly easy and predictable. I would rather not have made a revolver, but it is a practical way to load the next bullet that is independent of exact shape and length, and there will be more of the RY1 revolver because it is a practical one-handed firearm that can shoot 6 bullets with good energy. The pressure is unregulated but I have managed to balance with the hammer force and gotten a decent energy curve over 6 shots, with the peak being reached on the second-third, so all shots have similar velocity and energy of about 220-250 joules in Force 2 mode. Of course it is possible to shoot a few more lead bullets with sharply falling energy, and the revolver actually has a fixed 7-shot cylinder, but it is only intended to load 6 lead bullets and leave a place empty to be able to hand load a wooden bullet or the like. There is a low Power 1 mode that gives about 40 joules with the same lead bullets, and the idea is to be able to hand load and fire one or two lead or wood bullets at low energy at birds or small animals and still have 6 lead bullets at Power 2 available. The revolver's cylinder is fixed and spring rotating, so must be loaded bullet by bullet, and the first slot being empty just means that it can be rotated one more step and a wooden or lead slug can be pushed in. There is a number on the cylinder that shows how many rounds are left.

The pistol grip is wooden with a small storage compartment at the bottom, which is relatively pretty but could definitely be made better, and future finer grips will have interchangeable backs to be adaptable to different hand sizes. The barrel is 15 cm long with cylindric tank under the barrel, but there is an eight faceted suppressor tube going over the barrel and tank to conceal and the suppressor gets more volume. The fore-end is slightly angled and faceted to be easier to push into a holster and keep with the design theme, and likewise the rear and trigger guard are matching angular and faceted, so the revolvers profile is beefy both from the side and front, and looks quite Sci-Fi. And I don't mind that. At the rear is a movable and visible part of the hammer so it can be cocked by hand, because the trigger is so much nicer if the hammer is already cocked instead of using the trigger to cock and fire. Sights are the usual handgun sights, but where the rear is adjustable horizontally and vertically. A small pressure gauge recessed into the underside in front of the trigger shows the tank pressure.

The suppressor is held in place by two recessed snap tabs on the sides at the rear of the suppressor, so I just need to grab over the top, push in and pull off, and is quick to slide back in place and snap on. The cylindric tank can be unscrewed and replaced without using tools, but as the tank weighs 1 kg, an extra tank is not likely to be carried. I wish I could have used aluminium to make the revolver lighter, and make an extra tank lighter. However, with a short adapter it is possible to fill the revolver's small tank from a larger pump rifle tank without even removing the suppressor or tank from the revolver. Sure, it doesn't reach max pressure possible since the fill tank drops in pressure, but still provides basically the same lethal bullets. I am limited by technology, and the RY1 revolver is primarily a compact self-defence firearm with 6 quick lethal shots before it might become a melee weapon, and not meant for prolonged combat against many enemies. Humm.... I might add a switchblade thing in the pistol grip to make it more than just a club.

On highest Power 2 mode it is a loud handgun with lots of high pressure air escaping behind the bullet, and even with suppressor it is too loud to be pleasant to shoot in a normal room, but should be hearing safe. Without the suppressor, it's almost a bit painful to the ears with earplugs, so the suppressor definitely serves its purpose. But it's a big handgun for under 50 meters, even though the bullet will go a hell of a lot further. Ciara is already sewing a shoulder holster for the revolver because the revolver is big, heavy and beefy, but I won't always be able to wear a shoulder holster, so I'll probably need a hip holster, crossdraw holster and a back holster due to different situations and clothes. The weight means it will be a pain to carry the RY1 revolver in the belt. However, sometimes there are no options.

I don't like that, like the pump guns, I 'have' to make a bullet feeder that pushes the bullet into the barrel and seals when the hammer is cocked, then springs back after firing when the trigger is released, but it felt better than shooting with the bullet in the cylinder. Even with polished surfaces and lubricated leather gasket around, there would have been some air leakage between the cylinder and barrel. I thought about a movable cylinder and hollow pipe thing for the airflow, moving forward from the back and sealing against the cylinder, and pushing the cylinder a little forwards so it sealed against the barrel. But there are a lot of moving parts and potential problems if dirt etc gets in, and a link arm that pushes the feeder in works, and as a bonus, if the feeder is not in the forward position, the gun cannot be fired. Unfortunately, unloading the revolver is a hassle, especially if it's been cocked and thus a slug is in the barrel, and basically requires to use the small rod to push the slug back into the cylinder and dropped out.

But what matters is that I will have a series of good enough multi-shot usable handguns!

Jane knocks and enters the workshop with a rolled up sheet of paper with a little bow tied around it, and asks if I'm alone while she looks around the room. I respond, "Yes," while I put the air revolver aside under some drawings because Jane doesn't need to know. She has closed the door and hands me the roll of paper without saying anything more. She looks so damn pleased. Has she finished the Rihanna painting? I thought it would be done as a painting. When I see its a sketch of Alith standing naked on my sword with her spear and shield, I have a flashback to six months ago. Shit! My mind races and I realise that Jane must have been given server access to the catalogue where that image was on a tablet! Shit! Something has gone very wrong with file permissions! When was the last time that was tweaked or might have been?! It must have been when I let her access the pictures she took to paint guests at the wedding party. There are a lot of other pictures I never thought anyone would ever see!? SHIT! How long has she had access?! A month! I'm sure she's looked through all of them, and they've probably been copied to her mobile phone so she could see them more easily. Accept that Jane knows a lot of secrets and memories of moments she shouldn't. Shit. Learn. Move on. Jane is really enjoying my shock and discomfort, so I need to clarify.

"Almost all the women knew what the camera did, and asked for it to see themselves or for me to really save the memory. Including Alith. That was her idea."

"I know. I can't believe Alith asked to do that, but she really seem to enjoy balancing on your sword, and I saw that the scabbard was tied on when she was in bed. That must have been weird! Alith thought you'd told me when I called her in to my room and discretely asked about your real sword handle up her bum, but I just said you had made a small mistake and I got access to the photos and movies on my phone. Alith got so very very embarrassed after I showed her the photos, but she obviously enjoyed seeing them again. And the movies. Her expression and eyes said all I needed to know, but she was so anxious to convince me that it wasn't your idea to use the sword or pose, that she showed me the wooden sextoy and the big condom she made to try, and used to convince you. After I prodded her, Alith caved and told me that she has gotten a taste for big things in her bum, and that they have been used more times. Her naughty side really surprised me, and you've had a much weirder adjustment since you got here than I thought - which is saying something! When you way back in the garden told me that Alith knew about the camera and wanted photos taken, I had no idea it was those kind of photos! Alith admitted that wasn't the first time you had sex, and she told me about the bathhouse in Skiringsalr and your birthday, weeks before Iselin became your fiancée. I admit I was wrong when I accused you of shagging her, because she was shagging you! You've been Alith's fuck buddy pretty much since she became your bodyguard! You magnificent bastard!"

Jane kisses me and keeps smiling.

"Anyway, you told me to paint and draw memories, so I thought a few of them should be put on paper, and that is actually a copy just to see your face! So worth it! Alith asked me if I had all the photos and videos you two have made, and if I could keep the photos and movies on my phone, so she could see them again without asking you, so I gave Alith the first sketch to keep, which made her so happy and grateful. I guess that memory is very dear to her. And she really want to experience your real sword again. That said; I'm sad to inform you that I have probably given her more ideas, since when I knew about the sword and her kink, and obviously know about sex in Midgård since I've told Kari ... some, Alith started asking me questions. Bloody hell did she have questions! I think Alith is just so happy to finally have someone to talk to about sex, especially that kind of sex. She wanted me to confirm things about sex toys, and that with practise and the right soft flexible material - which she know can't be made here - a dildo as long as knuckles to elbow could 'fit' in her bum. I misunderstood and thought you had told her about ... ahem, fisting, and let that slip when I described the word she didn't understand. I'll admit that it should have been obvious that she just used her arm as a measuring stick, and somehow she hadn't thought about using an actual arm in her bum or vagina - but now she does. Alith's pokerface is terrible! She pretty much stared, and then with an increasingly naughty smile mumbled 'Midgård have a word for sex with an arm'. Sorry."

Jane looks a little uncomfortable and regretful, but also smilingly cheerful at the same time. Damn. I had hoped that Alith would have stopped thinking about it, which she obviously hasn't. The cannon shot and how quickly she brought up the subject with Jane proves that she has trouble letting go of certain thoughts.

"Damn it Jane. Alith have a really hard time just letting things like that go. Her asking you, as soon as you knew about that kink, should have made that obvious. Let's just say I have already - by chance - found out about something else that's been up her butt I never would have guessed, and it might not be the only thing."

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"... do you mean the cannon shot?"

"Yes."

"It's not the only thing."

"I didn't need to have that confirmed! I have several times warned her about pushing limits, and how it can make her sex-life with a future husband difficult if she really pushes her kink and loves it - which she seem to do. Oh feck. She pledged her life to protect me months ago without telling, and a future husband isn't even on her map. I'm certain she has tried her hand now, and she is probably carving wood on her free time. Then she will try to convince me again, since she really can't ask anyone else. Damn it Jane, I don't need that experience and know that feeling." I curse my graphic brain as a shiver runs through my body. "There aren't even rubber gloves here."

Jane half-guiltily play with the hair behind her ear as she looks away; "Alith might be sewing a custom condom thingy again. Maybe." Jane is obviously regretful, but at the same time she has to hold back laughter. What's done is done, and hopefully her wooden model won't fit. Alith is short, and my hand is bigger than hers ... which will surely only attract her more. Damn. "Robert, I'm sorry about Alith and I know that genie can't be put back in the bottle - Oh Gods! Now I need brain-bleach! Bugger! - but it was a honest mistake!"

Jane's words brought images to my mind too. But I agree with her, because I have done similar mistakes. It's so easy to get it wrong while translating things, especially when you have to explain something when their language are missing so many familiar words I take for granted should exist, and I have to explain a concept. Which is another word they didn't have.

"True. It's my time to say sorry. Jane, my wonderful Älskarinna: I'm sorry, and you're right, easy mistake to do. I won't blame you. Shit happens ... oh damn it!"

Jane bursts out laughing at my unplanned pun. But I recognise the humour in it, so we both cheer up and give each other kisses and hugs. This feels good. Jane continues talking after she has calmed down a little.

"I love your grasp of English! And hey, think about me! It is my lover she will try to convince! But you have my approval to explore the shit out of her! BWAHAHA!"

Jane keeps laughing and manages to squeeze in a few more puns, and comments like how I like to use my fingers, and "in for a finger, in for a hand", and "Dirty business".

"Oh, those were good ones. You might have to fun-ish me for those!" And she just grins. "But seriously, about the photos. After I got over the first shock and wondered what I should do, I decided to not talk about it or show the others - except those with Alith - because I just had to know, right, and you really trust her. Some of those photos and movies are sexy as hell, and I don't just mean Alith's. They are clearly posing in most of them! The first ones with Iselin and Disa? That!? After just a few days here!? No wonder you missed Iselin's neckring. The blood wasn't going to your brain! And then you had to endure three weeks of saying 'no' to Iselin even when she crawled into your bed? Respect. Anyway, I'm almost ready with Iselin's 'Rihanna', and after that I will draw or paint whatever photo you want - even those. I really want to paint a few sexy paintings for your bedroom, if you think it's an okay idea, and a few for the dungeon. It might help to cut down on the echo too. I really want to paint a few of Kari's sexy naughty dungeon photos, but I can replace her face, make an artistic cut or obscure her face with a fancy mask or shadows, because Kari would be devastated if someone beside you or us ever saw one of those photos or movies of her. Hell, just knowing it was her even without a visible face, or knowing I've seen those would probably make her melt! It really is grade A blackmail material ... and now I am afraid to let Kari know it's on my phone, since it might have 'an accident'."

I get mental images of Kari angrily hammering the mobile phone with a sledgehammer, setting fire to the parts, scattering the ashes to the wind and finally innocently saying 'oops'. I suspect that blackmailing Kari about that would be a declaration of war where no mercy would be given. She'll probably pay to buy time, and then go all out and spend a fortune to locate the culprits and make them suffer, before they 'disappear'.

"Thanks, but I don't think it's a good idea to paint any of them. I really would like a lot of the paintings of Kari and others, but can't have them open for all to see, so not even in my bedroom. I do have other people in there. Even in the dungeon might be pushing it when it comes to Kari, but she might get off on it down there. That is after all why those photos and movies exist. We've actually used a lens and a phone as a projector to in the dark look at those movies as foreplay or while having foreplay or sex."

"Oooh! Naughty! Nice!"

"I probably shouldn't have told you that."

"Yes you should, because now we will do that too!"

"Anyway, I'll ask her some time in the future if she seems more comfortable with it, but you should probably delete them from you phone anyway."

I have a few quick thoughts about hidden paintings but Jane interrupts my thoughts as she sits on my lap with her arms around me and smugly satisfied say: "I noticed that weird phrase 'WAIS' among the scanned documents, and remembered that you told me that the intelligence test you are creating for the Academy and Soldiers evaluation is based on that WAIS test you did. Holy fuck, Robert! You sure wasn't exaggerating about it being easy to fit in the top category during your Military Conscription IQ test."

Shit. "Please don't tell anyone."

"That is your response!?! It's not something to be ashamed off!! But at least that is better than obnoxiously bragging about it, so I will respect your will and won't tell them the number. Not that the number will mean anything to them, and everyone already know you're damn smart." Jane goes from mildly irritated to a serious face, and she bites her lip hesitantly before continuing. "Robert, I also saw the movie when you late at night threatened those three kneeling women outside that feasthall, and ordered them to free the slaves. I saw the flash photo too, which must have scared the hell out of them! And probably was the point! You own that large feasthall complex in Borgarsandr?"

Darn. I confirm and explain about 'The Blushing Maiden', and who knows etc. Jane takes it with surprising calm, and even thinks it's funny, and says I'm getting too hung up on the fact that a considerable part of it is brothel business. So what? She's also amused that I haven't told Caecilia. Jane definitely thinks we should visit the feasthall in the future, and she seems to see it as a pub with ... extra activities. She suggests that I should make the brothel business better and introduce strip club elements, perhaps as a separate part to the feasthall. She actually seems serious and not just to embarrass me. Jane whispers, next to my ear with her hand cupped round;

"Robert, I'm again sorry, but I watched all the movies. I saw the one where you proposed to Kari, and I thought you had just put it in the wrong folder, as it was so cute until I saw and heard Kari asking you to use her real name and title, which you did after making sure no-one where listening." Damn. That movie was there too. Of course I didn't delete the movie after I took the screenshots. Jane leans forward and whispers: "I will never tell anyone about it, as it obviously is a huge secret. There have to be a really good reason no-one even hinted about it. Does Iselin know? Is she Haera's or the Kings? Is that why they didn't offer Sefa?"

I shake my head and whisper back using the same method.

"I believe only four people in the world know. Me, Kari, Haera and Asbjörn. Not even Prince Hagthorn. The rest have died or been silenced and I don't want to know how many, because Kari's background is just a small part of a larger story, and from what little Kari and I know it is Bad. Only Asbjörn and maybe Haera knows the complete story. You can never tell or talk about it! You cannot even hint at knowing to anyone, and I will only tell you enough to answer your curiosity. Kari is Asbjörn's niece. His dead brothers daughter, and thus a princess according to how they see things, but she wasn't acknowledged by her father or the royal family, and Kari wants it the way it is. She learned about it after she inherited. I sort of made a wild guess after Kari inherited, and I wasn't going to tell her, but she noticed that I knew something so I told her and she detailed out my guess with bits of knowledge she had. We weren't going to let Asbjörn know what we guessed, but he silently confirmed with a nod in private after the autumn auction, because he thought Kari had figured it out, and he do care about her, which is why she haven't been given away years ago. Asbjörn wants her to be happy and have a good life here with me, unaffiliated with his kin and the Royal Lineage. Respect their wishes. Asbjörn can be dangerous, and he have killed to keep smaller secrets. You know what he sentenced Radgeirrson to, and might have heard what he sentenced a woman to a few month ago? No? Then you don't want to know. He is a medieval Viking King! If he even suspected you knew and you wasn't my Älskarinna? You would probably have an accident or just disappear."

It may not be entirely true but better to slightly exaggerate, and Jane nods, kisses me on the cheek followed by on the mouth; "I will never tell! Not even to Kari!" Jane picks up her mobile, scrolls and shows me the movie file before deleting it from her phone, followed by the intimate photos and movies of Kari. She breathes a small sigh of relief when they are gone.

"Thank you. I still want you to paint the moments I proposed to them. And please, draw a few of the sexy photos for me and I will make a secret book of them, just for me."

"I'm your Älskarinna; your sexy awesome lover, painter and keeper of secrets. Ooh, I like that! Keeper of secrets! Can I have that as my secret title too?" I just nod and Jane's satisfied smile changes to devilish as she continues, "... but artists need to be appreciated. And I want that appreciation in the dungeon, although not now. I got training in half an hour and I expect longer appreciation than that!"

We kiss and I make the mistake of letting my hands wander on her body, because it's hard to stop and it's not like Jane is trying to stop herself either. But it's not like either of us really need a lot of time, or a bed, and we finish before her training.

Jane likes the fact that everyone else can now use time references, even if they still get it wrong sometimes. It makes life more easily organised and feels more modern to say the time instead of the sun or approximate. Even the villagers have learnt to appreciate the possibility, to know how long it is until the next meal, when to meet for activities etc, or return from the woods and fields. The other island will also have a clock tower-water tower with a bell and siren, and several people have suggested I make an external clock here on Thrymheim that chimes and signals nearby. I can make it electrically powered with a signal from inside, and maybe mount a large clock face on the gable end above my bedroom windows? I do have a stepping mechanism lying around. I just don't want it sounding outside or above my bedroom, and the rock wall will reflect the sound back.

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