sake of business, chasing profit and not serving
religion’. 51
The merchants made an inland headquarters at
Dorestad, some two hundred kilometres upstream on the Rhine where the river splits in
two. They had a natural beach at first, perfect for landing their boats, but the river
was beginning to meander and it formed a wet, slippery shoal between the water and the
land; so they built causeways into the river, one jetty to each house, jetties which
grew longer over the years as the bed of the river dodged to the east. Roadways of
wooden planks ran over the causeways so goods could be loaded and unloaded. Those goods
were rich: elegant glass and expensive weapons, pots of the style that buyers wanted
wherever it was made,and not the rough local
stuff. Even the wood barrels that lined their wells were imported: from Mainz up the
river. The houses were long and boat-shaped, wider inland and narrower on the waterfront
where they stood at right angles to the water, each claiming a private, personal access
to the business of the river. 52
Dorestad was so important to making money
that it had the second most-active mint in the empire after the one in
Charlemagne’s own court. 53 In Charlemagne’s time so much
business passed through that the town became one of the main customs posts for the
empire; most likely, it was along its harbour that cargo was shifted from sea-going
boats to river-going boats, which would make it much easier to check value and take the
Emperor’s share. The town was a turntable for travellers, too, on the long haul
from the upper Rhine to the sea, which implies some sort of schedule for services and a
fair amount of traffic, and maybe somewhere to stay while you waited. Not all travellers
found the welcome they expected. The scholar Alcuin of York told his friends in a poem
to raise their sails and get out of Dorestad quickly because it was very likely a
merchant called Hrotberct wouldn’t open his house to them, just because
‘this greedy merchant doesn’t like your poems’. Alcuin clearly
expected merchants to do their duty and offer a bed to distinguished strangers, so
‘
niger Hrotberct
’, ‘wretched Hrotberct’, let
everyone down. 54 In doing so, mind you, he got a minor kind of immortality; his
very Frankish name is the only name we have for a merchant in Dorestad.
Look a little closer, and the port is much
odder: a port that only men from the
terpen
could have imagined. The houses by
the Rhine were packed closely but each made itself into an island: there was a wood
palisade to mark its boundaries and a gallery that ran round the outside of the building
to look out towards the neighbours, all the connection and the isolation of the
terpen.
There was not just one well to provide water, but two: one for
humans, one for animals. In the north of the town there were substantial farms, linked
by wooden plank roadways, and they raised more meat than the town could possibly eat.
Each merchant house made things on a small scale, tanned leather or carved amber or did
basic blacksmithing, produced ropes and baskets and maybe also cloth. The warehouses
were storinggoods, but also producing more
goods than the town could use. 55 Dorestad was a port and a market
town which kept the habits of the
terpen:
raise animals, make anything you can,
go into business with what you have and then go as far as you can with the business.
All this required organization. Frisians
sailed in convoys, which means they had to time and plan their voyages and share the
information; we know this because the priest Ragenbert was sent north to what is now
Sweden by way of Schleswig, ‘where there were ships and merchants who were to make
the journey with him’ (and it was just bad luck that he was set upon by robbers
and never made it alive). 56 Later they definitely had guilds,
sworn brotherhoods; but perhaps they always had
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