388 CCCLXXXVIII. The Rolling Bowl

As he spoke, Dag kept that tone safe and detached, talking about killing enemies as if the value of their lives didn't matter to him, even regretting saving that little boy who had sounded the bell and knowing that if he had killed him, maybe the wolves would never arrive.

Freydis got closer to him and grabbed his hand, resting her head on his shoulder.

Dag squinted, smelling his woman's hair, mixed with smoked salmon aroma and all the food cooked on the embers, whose grayish smoke floated under the high ceilings of the stone house.

As Dag and Freydis frolicked in silence, exchanging kisses and caresses, their companions continued to eat.

"You two! Take this bowl with food and a mug of mead and bring them to Master Sander's room. I don't think he's regained consciousness, but maybe the smell of hot food will make him feel better" Egill said, ordering two Hammers Of Thor soldiers to go watch over Sander, being him and Karl exhausted.