by the dark one's accurate toss. As he calmly slips his knife back into his boot, I turn to Freyja,

"Brunhilda's is filled to the brim with them- men of such skill and zest for life. Did you see that one? Why he nearly.."

Just then, the serving wench Amalasuntha announces that there will be freshly cooked goose for sup. As my cousin and I drain our shared horn, we notice the waif there, not far off, eyes wide.

"You think she is a thief? Or maybe a spy?" I question. Freyja narrows her eyes, to get a better look.