![]() ![]() “Old Hilga’s always going on about this potion or that spell. “Oh, sister, he is the most magnificent of men! He has eyes like the fjords, and his teeth are so straight and so white! His beard feels like rabbit’s fur, and his kisses-” “Svanna!” “I swear by Frigg and Freya, it’s true.” “ I’m to believe that you have a lover? Who’s visited you? When? And how? Your bed is in the same room as mine.” “ Do you remember the potion old Hilga told us of?” Ivarra scoffed. “You can’t be suggesting…” “I most certainly can.” “You haven’t! You’re teasing me, and I don’t find it funny.” “Twice now he’s visited me, my golden and glorious Dane.” Svanna pressed her folded hands to her bosom. We just… haven’t spoken much.” She purred like a contented cat by the hearth. ![]() That… a warrior, a Dane? Who?” “I don’t know his name yet.” Ivarra sighed, exasperated, and picked up her spindle again. ![]()
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