CRASH

One minute she was smiling and pouring mead, the next found her landing rather abruptly on the floor of the Boar, mead flying everywhere and her perfectly good pitcher broken. Not exactly sure how she got there, she was pretty sure that Dallas had to be somewhere near by.

Kon grabs her arm and she slowly begins to get up and stops. Looking at Kon, and then at the table...........and then at the newcomer..............

This fall must have hurt more than she thought. She's seeing triple.

Three Kons! She shakes her head, trying to clear it.

And then hears the introductions. No, not three Kons, its three Hasdings.

She slowly rises to her full height, still clutching the now broken pitcher, and smelling very strongly of spilled mead. The family resemblance is remarkable.

Well, at least its not three Cumhaills. The thought of three just like Dallas first sent uncontrollable shivers up and down her spine. Then it sent the blood racing to her head. With blood in her eyes, she whipped around looking for Dallas. This time he would pay. There would be NO MORE food for him!

And immediately caught a glimpse of the frog on the table.

Another frog.

With more gold.

She sat down quickly. "I think I need to lie down" she moaned.