Take it easy for a moment.

Tjorvi decided to let Gyda jump back from him for a second, giving her a moment to regain herself. More importantly, giving himself a moment to regain himself since they had been going for a while. Before either of them could start moving for the next blow, Erling Trygg seemed to decide that he didn’t want his best shieldmaiden to arrive to the battlefield with too many bruises.

“Alright, that’s enough!” His voice echoed throughout the hall as everyone turned towards him. “You have proven your courage, farmer. You may come with us to England.” For the first time since Tjorvi had shown up, a smile could be seen on the jarl’s graying face and he raised a cup of mead as a toast. Everyone cheered, and the newest member of their raiding parties received quite a few pats on the back. Gyda had thrown him a playful wink, seeming pleased with the situation as she paraded back into the festivities..

After all of that, Tjorvi was drawn towards the large tables, mostly due to the promise of mead and the scent of the food. He had never seen anything like this before, and he couldn’t help himself from finding himself a seat and just getting a bite of that large chicken. One cup of mead to wash it down turned to another, and before long he was completely participating in the festivities. The young farmer remembered singing out, cheering to the newly-weds, and just enjoying the feast. The night had been a success, and he was ready to prepare himself to go to England!

After this feast, of course...

TO BE CONTINUED: To England!