Alvis never had any need for a woman, that was for certain. A nagging wife thrusting out a bunch of hungry mouths to feed. He never got the attraction in it. Women were too soft, too insubstantial. He had decided long ago to remain a bachelor.
At an alehouse in Riga he learned about the Brotherhood. He had heard of brotherhoods before, full pious friars and with all their senseless god-chanting. He had no use for that either.
“No, no. You got it wrong. These are fighting men,” the tavern keeper said as he filled Alvis’s cup.
Fighting was not a thing that Alvis longed for, but the thought of being surrounded by fighting men was quite appealing. Especially if they were as strapping as the man who poured the mead.
“Who do they fight?” Alvis asked.
“Invaders,” the man shrugged.
Alvis nodded. This might be the place for him.
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The Brotherhood of Blackheads (Estonian: Mustpeade vennaskond; German: Bruderschaft der Schwarzhäupter; Latvian: Melngalvju biedrība) is an association of local unmarried merchants, ship owners, and foreigners that was active in Livonia(present-day Estonia and Latvia) from the mid-14th century till 1940 but still remains active in present day Hamburg.